When I was a kid, my mother used to say, “If you want to talk to me, come in here.” I never could figure out why I just couldn’t holler from the living room like a normal person. But, as I get older, I’m starting to understand. Exhibit A: the conversation I had with my husband when I got up to get a drink last night.
Me: [Tiptoes to the kitchen to get a drink of water.]
Him: [Hollering from the bedroom.] What did you say?
Me: I asked what you said.
Him: What did you say just now?
Me: I didn’t say anything.
Me: I SAID I DIDN’T SAY ANYTHING!
Him: Why are you yelling?
Me: Because it’s easier than stabbing you.
Him: Oh. Okay.
So, short story long, I’m starting to understand my mother.