Bex & I had a fucking huge row last week, when she told me that her cousin's (who she's really close with) baby's christening is on Sunday.
I fucking HATE christenings anyway, for obv reasons, but usually go along, hate it, get drunk, & do my best not to tell everyone they're being stupid cunts (tbh this is pretty much my usual plan for most large gatherings of people in a social setting).
Anyway, I told her there was no fucking way on Earth I was going, & we had an almighty row. She then realised, about an hour later, that the christening is actually on Saturday & she'd looked at the calendar & just assumed it was the Sunday as they're usually on a Sunday not a Saturday.
I was very fucking relieved, simply cos obv that row is no longer an issue, yet for some reason known only to her, she was still pissed off, about the now hypothetical clash & my now null & void response, for fucking ages.
Women are fucking weird.