You know me, I either have fun or I make fun. I will argue with anyone, including myself about anything or nothing. I enjoy an intellectual (even though I rarely measure up around here) intercourse, discourse, recourse, concourse, etc (choose the prefix du jour). I generally maintain a civil tone, however.
She was never like this with me.
She always came at me with hiss and fang first, spitting venom. Sometimes I did not even understand what lit her short fuse. Trying to get her to focus and answer an argument was often like trying to nail smoke to the wall.
Still, all that was entertaining and I miss her input.
