It's Just A Thought

A few weeks ago I posted a blog about three errant words spoken to me by "the other." The blog was titled "For Men: A Cautionary Tale," check it out if you haven't read it. The post was meant to deal with the comfort level between two people after having lived together for a hundred years or so. It actually ended up being an easy way to get some new clothes. But I digress.

It did keep me thinking about the comfort level though. Part of that comfort level is of course, only half-listening to the other person when they are speaking. Now I consider this multitasking and I have developed quite a knack for it. And so has he.

We even have our own "get out of jail free card" when actually caught in the act. If one of us was actually supposed to answer back with more than an uh huh or ok, and you realize the dead silence means "gotcha," our next response is always, "what?" or "huh?" with a smile on your face. Yes, you know you've been caught but what the hell, it is what it is.

Which brings me, finally to the point.

Last Friday, as we were driving up to the weekend house, I said something to him. I can't even remember what it was, but it was only a sentence or two. I waited for a response...nothing. So I look at him and say..HELLO.  "What?" he answers. "I asked you a question." In his response, he provided a third addition to the get out of jail free card.

He replied "I was in the middle of a thought."

I can literally go on for days about that, but I won't. Let me just say that this example is another reason why women should rule the world. We would never allow something like a thought to get in the middle of a conversation.

I'm sorry, did you say something?

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