me: okay, I've given you some coffee, bowing to your need for decaf, let's go sit and have a talk.
me: I think you need to decide which physical imperfection you want. Your current forays into two extremes is just unfair. You can't have it both ways.
me: Pick one. Dry, wrinkled skin or pimples. Not both.
me: And the hair. Frizzy, fly away or greasy. Not both.
me: And you can have either PMS or hot flashes. Irritability or ..... irritability. Okay, maybe that one doesn't count.
me: And about the sleep thing. Either insomnia or exhaustion.
me: Okay, fine. Ignore me, I'm used to it. But.....oh, for God's sake. Would you look at that?
me: You're ignoring me. I can't get anywhere with you. I'm going to have a talk with the weather. Maybe I'll have better luck . . . . Excuse me, weather?
me: I see you're trying to do too much here and I think you need to pick one season or the other. Rain or snow. Winter or spring. Hello? Are you listening to me?