We are both very pleased with ourselves and each other. However, lest you think we worked in blissful companionship, let's have a brief transcript of a few conversations:
K. : You want to listen to the same Cd you've been listening to for months?
A.: I hate Prairie Home Companion! We ALWAYS LISTEN TO IT! It's MY TURN!
blissful music-filled interval.
K.: You'd rather listen to nothing than P.H.C.?
A.: How do you not hear "Killing me Softly?"
K.: I can't hear a thing.
A.: FINE. (flounces off, turns music obnxiously loud and tracks dirt into the house.) Better?
K.: I think we should put the gate next to the hose.
A.: no. It should be next to the kitchen, for easy access.
Argument ensues, which I win, since I am clearly right-- the hose can go under/through the fence easily.
K.: Fine. You win, since I have a boss telling me what to do all the time.
A.: I am not your boss.
K.: Yes, Master.
A.: I AM SO GOING TO BLOG ON YOU.
And so on.