Last Tuesday I was checking my work mailbox and approached three of our business professors. The oldest had a snarky look about him as he watched the youngest of the three, who is just a little older than me. The youngest looked at me, raised his hands over his and said–quite distressed–”Brangelina is OVER!”
As I walked away laughing, I reflected on the lovely little spat my husband and I had that morning. FYI–it wasn’t lovely. It was quite stupid, actually, and left us both feeling frustrated and angry at the other. By this point in the morning, we had already talked and gotten over it, so I had some clearer vision as I reviewed what had happened.