Ron and I were in the kitchen, working at our own tasks and staring at the walls a bit. I broke the silence.
“I was just thinking how I need to finally paint the kitchen walls.”
“Yes, you do. ” (My husband. So agreeable.)
“Actually,” I continued, “What I really thought of was saying how you needed to help me finish up the rest of the walls and get started on the painting, but then I figured you’d say something about how I was the one who wanted to do it, therefore it was my job and you have too many projects on the go already and don’t need me adding to your list any more than I am already and then I would have said you have a point and I really need to get at this.”
He dried off his hands. “I’m glad we had this chat.”