Her: So, Maevey, do you think your house would be cleaner if you didn’t have to work?
Me: No, not really.
Her: Why not?
Me: Well, (you stupid cow), because if I wasn’t working I’d be sitting outside by the pool, drinking mimosas and reading some good trashy novels all day, not cleaning the (damn) house.
Her: Oh. Well, I guess it’s nice that you know what your priorities are.
Me: Yes, it is (plus I un-friend you).
(I was only thinking the parts in parentheses – and I didn’t think the word “cow”, but I’m trying to clean up my potty-mouth, er potty-thoughts)