"I'd like to make a meeting request," I say.
The meeting I'd like to have is regarding our son, who is drawing unwanted attention from the recess duty teacher today, and, in fact, has been since school started over a week ago.
I continue my exchange of emails with my son's teacher, and almost give up on my husband when ten minutes after my "meeting request" he says:
"So, you wanted to request a meeting dear?"
"If you don't mind, dear," I retort.
"I'm available the next half hour".
So we attempt to have a serious conversation, while he's getting a glass of water, I'm going to the bathroom, and so on. Despite the awkward circumstances the discussion is fruitful.
Skip to dinner: I'm cooking and get spattered by hot oil. I yell at the top of my lungs "OOOUCH"!
The man on the couch behind the paper doesn't hear the scream, so I have the following scintillating conversation with myself:
"Gee dear, You all right?"
"Yes, I'm super. Thanks for asking."
"Dinner smells good, dear!"
"Why, thank you, dear."
The couch/paper man all of a sudden comes to life and says something like:
"You know dear, you aren't crazy yet. At least you aren't arguing with yourself."
Cold comfort. I'm sure that if I were arguing with myself, I'd still lose. I'll see if I have any better luck getting my son to do his homework, than I did trying to reach couch/paper man.
It's amazing how people can live in the same house and have nothing to say.