is it SUCH an inconvenience to hang out with your fiancee on a snowy Saturday night? I am THAT uninteresting/boring/bossy/insert accusation here that you need to go run off to watch a movie with one of your friends?! No of course you don't need my "permission" but gosh it'd be nice if you'd be so considerate to acknowledge that I've just had the worst week of the semester and damned if I'd like to spend it snuggled up with man I'm about to marry. But go on and watch the new Will Smith movie, I'll be fine here grading stupid research essays and computing semester grades. Can't think of a more rotten way to spend a Saturday evening.