I love words. I love the sound of certain words. I love the way words string together and mean so many different things. My husband calls me The Queen of Syntax. He complains that I get lost in semantics.
So, sue me. It’s my character flaw.
And I own it.
The other day my husband took a quick break from doing yard work and said to me, “I have Tai Chi class at 7pm. I’m not finished in the yard. Could you yell at me at 6?”
At the appointed hour I stood on our back porch.
“Hey!” I yelled, “I’ve asked you a hundred times to put the suitcases in the basement! And your tools have been sitting on top of the dryer for a month! Put them away NOW, you slob!”
He doubled over in laughter.
(Oh no. What will the neighbors think?)