I walked into the kitchen, stared around blankly for a few seconds, and then said aloud, “I don’t keep my purse in the kitchen anymore. I need to remember that!”
As I stepped into the guest room, Sean called loudly, “Heather.”
He never calls me by my first name, just like I hardly ever call him “Sean”, so I paused for a moment to make sure I’d heard right.
“Yeah?” I said tentatively.
Deadpan, he informed me, “You don’t keep your purse in the kitchen anymore.”
This is how we get along ;> Sean seems to find me infinitely amusing. The other day I was looking at the kitchen floor and I said, “This floor never looks clean. I don’t think it is clean. I think it’s dirty!” And he could not stop laughing.