If you read yesterday’s post and subsequent comments about Denis’ non-participation at Cootiehog, you’d know that Denis has claimed that I’m all but forcing him into not participate anymore.
Well, I could go on and on about how that is NOT true, and that he DID tell me that he didn’t feel like participating anymore. Instead I’ll relay nearly word-for-word a conversation we had last night. Then tell me if you think I may have misconstrued something Denis said.
Last night we got home from work. Let me add right here that we don’t park our car in the garage – we park it in the driveway. Once inside, Denis went out the backdoor of the house to take out the trash from the kitchen. A few minutes later I hear him fiddling with the door that enters the house from the garage. I asked him, “Why are you coming in that way instead of the backdoor?” Here is the conversation that followed:
Him: I had to close the garage door.
Me: *confused* Why was the garage door open?
Him: Oh, Chris is visiting Don and Lydia next door.
Me: *confused again* Why would that require you to open the garage door?
Him: Oh, he was telling me how he was working on a house down the street.
Me: *still confused* And WHY would that require you to open the garage door?
Him: Oh, I asked him if he was hanging Christmas lights.
Me: *it finally hits me* Oh, so you opened the garage so that you could turn on the Christmas lights we just put up.
Him: Yeah *he says, in a tone that implies I’m an imbecile*
Me: Why didn’t you say that in the first place?
Him: I did.
Me: No, you made me play 20 questions.
Him: I could have told you to mind your business.
Me: All you had to say was “I opened the garage door to turn on the Xmas lights for Chris, who is visiting Don and Lydia tonight.” Then we could have avoided this whole conversation.
Him: Again, I should have just told you to mind your business like you would have told me had I asked.
Me: No I wouldn’t! I would have told you in one sentence that Chris wanted to see the Christmas lights!
So there you have it. This is how Denis and I communicate 95% of the time. Dazzling, isn’t it?