…often I am asked what kinds of conversations occur between folk who have endured lived with each other for over 35 years.
I present a Real-life conversion last nite, to wit:
Bill (excitedly): come in here and see this!
Moi (unexcitedly): I’ve already visited the television set 3x in the last half hour and I am willing to bet this is SO not funny.
Bill (who knows how to attract me): OH – this is SO you! You gotta see this!
In the interests of learning exactly what I am being accused of now (because a little knowledge is NOT a dangerous thing, but ammunition for any ensuring war games), I enter the Glow Chamber Room just in time to observe, in its entirety, an admittedly unerringly accurate video of moi in action:
Moi (indignantly): …are you callin’ me a pig?
Bill (smugly and – to his mind – lovingly): …if the snout fits…fatso.
A ‘discussion’ quickly evolves with flagrant accusations deftly flying surrounding: meal quantities, fat contents, dubious food pyramids and choices, nutritional values, pots ‘n black kettles, obvious hoggy attitudes and activities …. and anything BUT enthusiasm for life.