Transcription from an actual conversation between Wes and I. Setting? The living room, we’ve just peaceably resolved a minor disagreement. Time? An hour ago.
Erika: If ever there was a day for Starbucks…
Erika: …It’s today! Nothing says reconciliation like a strawberries and cream frappuccino! And then there’s the whipped cream. Whipped cream is the ultimate reconciliatory gesture. You should take the puppy and get me Starbucks.
Wes: Why am I the only one who has to do something for reconciling?
Erika: I’m making dinner.
Erika: It has olives in it.
This may go a ways toward explaining why, whenever I say something that I actually need Wes to pay attention to, I have to preface the statement with something like, “OK, this time I’m really being serious.”