Sunday, January 21, 2018
A fine Sunday morning
It is my job to put on music before our meals and I was in the mood for Beatles so I elected to play Rubber Soul, a personal favorite.
Things had been chippy all morning as is occasionally the case when two alphas live under the same roof, in our case for twenty eight years. See this article for more on the specific dynamic.
In any case, we were trying to reset the morning before we left on a little jaunt that would require us to be in each other's direct company for the next 36 hours, not that anyone's counting. Rather than read I decided to try my hand at conversing.
"Did you ever notice how Ringo's songs can be such a buzz kill?" I offered.
"No I haven't. Why must you be so critical about everything? Is anything alright here?"
My nostrils flared.
"Congratulations" she said. "You can finally flare your nostrils."
Bewildered, I said, "I've always been able to flare my nostrils."
"Yes," she said. "But normally you do it with one of your fingers. This is new. It's like you took the training wheels off. Congrats."
Wish us luck.