Mr. B, Mr. H, and Mr. X

In friendship one creates words and nicknames for things. For instance the word "tropple" has entered our lexicon. It means when you catch yourself from falling flat on your face, most likely a result of tripping over the uneven bricks of Georgetown's sidewalks. At least once daily, Christina or I tropple, and the thing about troppling is you have to admit it. You are not allowed to deny it, but since you only troppled and not tripped it is somehow okay to admit. Christina and I were walking back from grabbing coffee when a girl walking towards us totally troppled. Without thinking Christina called "TROPPLE" reather loudly and out of respect looked away. I on the other hand cracked up laughing! Yes, I am a bad person.

Lately, we have been referring to the men in our life as Mr. B, Mr. H, and Mr. X even though they all have perfectly useable names. We like to think it is in the way that Carrie Bradshaw always referred to John James Preston as Mr. Big. Mr. B and Mr. H hold so much potential. Mr. X, well neither of us want to think of him ever again. Mr. X stands for Mr. eX-boyfriend.

I am so glad that this week she has flat out told him she doesn't want him to be a part of her life. He has put her through hell and now is guilt tripping her into getting back together. The crazy thing is they never officially dated and she hasn't even talked to him since September; in fact in her mind it has been over since before she went to study abroad in Spain. He just needs to get over it and learn to use English grammar in the process.

Mr. H on the other hand is sugar, spice, and everything nice. He makes Christina happy and even with the lack of sleep, she has been glowing lately! Not that it really matters, but I approve AND I even had a hand in getting them together. hehehe...