Shortly after awaking earlier this day, Not Married Mike and I engaged in the following text page conversation.
Me: I'm really sorry that I called your new shoes "Mid-Life Crisis Kicks" in front of everyone at the bar last night. I actually really appreciate how much younger they make your ankles look.
Not Married Mike: Don't sweat it, Core. It's water under the bridge.
Me: Good. I'm relieved we could put that behind us.
Not Married Mike: And I'm relieved we could put to rest the fact that I have your sister on speed dial.
Not Married Mike: Nothing.