Me: (looking down at our shirts) Oh man.
Me: Look at us, we're all matchy-matchy. I hate when we're all matchy-matchy. It's really gay.
(I was wearing a solid green shirt, Girlfriend was wearing a green striped sweater and both of us were in similar shaded jeans)
Girlfriend: That's really gay? How about the fact that we are sitting in a vet's exam room late at night with a sick cat. THAT'S really gay.
Me: (laughing) True but the clothes are not helping.
Texts back and forth when Girlfriend was at work. L had thrown up all over the bed and I wanted to check that the sheets on top of the dryer were clean before I put them and washed the dark gray sheets that he threw up all over.
Girlfriend: Yes. Re-read the text you just sent me...
previous text [Are the light gay sheets on the dryer clean? L just got sick.]
Me: Hahahaha, well at least you knew what I meant!
Girlfriend: You of all people should know there is nothing light about my gay.