This morning there was an unfortunate intersection of cranky morning people in our kitchen. We were both in a hurry to make our lunch and get the hell on the road and we picked this moment to discuss what dinner might consist of. I said, “I have GOT to do something with that zucchini,” for about the 10th time since the zucchini was delivered to me from Orleans and Bob muttered something unkind under his breath which set me off.
I used my advance adult communication skills and demonstrated my irritation by stomping around and slamming things.
Later, as I got ready to leave I went to kiss him good bye and he said, “Do you still love me?”
“No,” I said, “You were mean to my zucchini.”
He called me at the office at 10am and we were still laughing.