A Warning for Those Who Ever Meet Us
This is Keith and I, except for the unhappy ending. And the fact that these two apparently don't know. We know what we're doing.
We bicker and fuss at each other. We pick on each other. We throw zingers. Sometimes, we even lob an easy one at the other for a hit out of the park.
When we first moved in together, we lived in a house that was The Hangout Spot for everyone under 21. It was a nightmare. We could never get 5 minutes alone in our own house. Seriously, one night, we had to cut off the circuit breakers to get the folks off the video game and out of our house. One day, the frustration of that caused an argument and lo and behold! The room cleared. And quick, too.
Keith and I looked at each other and looked around the room and looked back at each other and you could almost see the light bulbs go off over our heads.
We did it all the time, whenever we wanted people out of our house. We got really, really good at it.
Then we started adding humor to it, after we moved into a house by ourselves. We've made each other laugh and made other people just totally crack up with the faux-arguing.
Some folks don't get it. Those folks usually fade away so it makes for a great intelligence/sense of humor test. We were once thrown out of a Kroger's because the manager didn't get it, although the cashier was laughing so hard, she couldn't catch her breath.
There are rules to this game, of course. He knows the things that will actually hurt my feelings as I know what will hurt his and we never, ever go for those things. We do not use faux-arguing to bring up issues over which we are actually angry--although I have been known to break this rule wrt to the whole "doing stuff around the house" issue.
After all these years, the kids play with us, too. The Boy...well, he hasn't quite gotten the hang of it yet and sometimes has trouble telling when we're kidding with him and when we're serious. He'll come around. The Girl is a master at it. She and her dad get going and it's George Burns and Gracie Allen all over again because damn, that girl can do The Dumb and Clueless better than anyone I know.
So, should you ever meet us, and we decide to put on the act for you, don't run away. We're just doing our Roseanne and Dan for you.
We bicker and fuss at each other. We pick on each other. We throw zingers. Sometimes, we even lob an easy one at the other for a hit out of the park.
When we first moved in together, we lived in a house that was The Hangout Spot for everyone under 21. It was a nightmare. We could never get 5 minutes alone in our own house. Seriously, one night, we had to cut off the circuit breakers to get the folks off the video game and out of our house. One day, the frustration of that caused an argument and lo and behold! The room cleared. And quick, too.
Keith and I looked at each other and looked around the room and looked back at each other and you could almost see the light bulbs go off over our heads.
We did it all the time, whenever we wanted people out of our house. We got really, really good at it.
Then we started adding humor to it, after we moved into a house by ourselves. We've made each other laugh and made other people just totally crack up with the faux-arguing.
Some folks don't get it. Those folks usually fade away so it makes for a great intelligence/sense of humor test. We were once thrown out of a Kroger's because the manager didn't get it, although the cashier was laughing so hard, she couldn't catch her breath.
There are rules to this game, of course. He knows the things that will actually hurt my feelings as I know what will hurt his and we never, ever go for those things. We do not use faux-arguing to bring up issues over which we are actually angry--although I have been known to break this rule wrt to the whole "doing stuff around the house" issue.
After all these years, the kids play with us, too. The Boy...well, he hasn't quite gotten the hang of it yet and sometimes has trouble telling when we're kidding with him and when we're serious. He'll come around. The Girl is a master at it. She and her dad get going and it's George Burns and Gracie Allen all over again because damn, that girl can do The Dumb and Clueless better than anyone I know.
So, should you ever meet us, and we decide to put on the act for you, don't run away. We're just doing our Roseanne and Dan for you.
Comments
She right.
Glad I didn't run away either!