The soon to be Former Golden Manor, that is....
Setting - MathMan and I sitting at the blogging ops desk, facing each other, laptops glowing on our faces.
Me: I was just looking at my Facebook friend list and assigning my friends to groups. I think I could actually have a list for people I've
MathMan: I think I could, too. I mean - I could have a list of my friends that you've
Help me, Rhonda. It's true. There's been some, um, overlap in our lives.
Setting - MathMan and I sitting at the blogging ops desk, facing each other, laptops on. I'm distracted, looking out the window next to the desk. I spy the outside cat Pyewacket. MathMan is staring at his laptop.
Background - There's been some discussion with neighbors about leaving Pyewacket with them since he's been cheating on all of us and pretending to belong to at least three different households. (As if a cat "belongs" to a household.)
Me (with a sigh): Should we just bring the little guy with us to new neighborhood and hope he adjusts?
MathMan: Yeah, I think we should bring The Actor.
Me: Honey, do we have the option to leave the children behind? Because if we do......
MathMan (cutting me off): I thought you meant should we take The Actor with us to the grocery store.
Dang it. He got my hopes up for a minute there.
I get the distinct impression that MathMan doesn't really listen to me so much when I flap my jaws at him. Perhaps I'll start communicating with him through a serious of burps, baseball signals and finger snaps.