You can word vomit on me anytime you want, or a phrase that's less disgusting. I can't throw stones, I told someone I was afraid I was narcissism barfing a couple weeks ago. Maybe the overreliance on vomit metaphors is a spider thing?
And I'd love to get a coffee with you. I promise I won't treat you like a kid. You've been shouldering some pretty adult-level burdens, so I think that gets you a free pass on any inclinations I would have to pinch your face. Unless you think you could use this thirty percent off coupon they gave me when the doors opened up to the American Girl Store the other night.