I was curled up on the couch late last night, my cashmere blanket tucked around my feet, a glass of Sauvignon Blanc in hand, nibbling on yogurt-covered pretzels and watching "Sex & the City: The Movie" - for the second time - when I received a text message from a guy I haven't seen since January. Of 2008.
"You a dick in you?"
And listen, I don't want to seem ungrateful... because I do realize the scenario I just painted is only three cats short of completely pathetic, but I have to put this out there: If you're so drunk that you forget to include a verb in your booty call text message, there's a pretty good chance I'm just going to roll my eyes, refill my wine glass, pop another yogurt-covered pretzel into my mouth and never ever respond.
Even if we all know that the answer... with really almost any verb you can think of... is "um, yeah, duh."
I mean, a girl's gotta have standards, ya know? And mine apparently start - and finish - with grammar.
