1. The living and the dining room are all askew because on Sunday, Primo and the team filmed a political ad. Primo was all "Woooo!" because they were moving furniture and he thought they weren't being careful enough and he was worried they were going to damage things, which of course they did not. He was expressing his stress to me, even though I was not the source of the stress and I was not the person who could resolve it. I just kept baking and then finally went into the basement to watch "Last Tango in Halifax," which I strongly recommend.
2. One of the political guys brought me flowers because he knew they were messing with my Sunday afternoon.
3. Before they came, I asked Primo if he was going to serve snacks. He had not thought about it. Fortunately, I had cookies in the freezer. Got those out and Primo made coffee so we didn't look like totally ungracious people. I know it's not really a host situation when political people come over, but does it hurt to be nice to people? No it does not.
4. Primo is not as cranky as he was before he stopped working. I am not thrilled about the 67% drop in our household income, but it is only fair that he should get a chance to do something he wants. And he has definitely upped his game on the housework. I didn't do a single chore all weekend - he had cleaned the house in preparation for our houseguests and then he did the rest of the weekend chores as well. This I could get used to.
5. But we still argue about bedtime and I am about to pop him one. He thinks he is being funny. He thinks he is being funny when he says he likes "them French-fried potaters" and when he says "pepper" the way Billy Crystal did in "When Harry Met Sally." I like that movie, but cannot buy Billy Crystal as a romantic lead because I find him so whiny and annoying. Primo is not funny when he mimics these lines, but he and his friends egg each other one and laugh the entire time. If I kill him and you are on the jury, will you please let me off? It is justifiable homicide.
6. Primo: Hey! I put away those guest towels that I washed!
Me: OK. Thanks.
Primo: And I straightened up the guest bed!
Me: Thanks.
Primo: Hey! I've been doing housework!
Me: Uh huh.
Primo: I need more praise!
Me: But I have been doing it for years without praise.
Primo: I need praise and affirmation!
Me: Whatever.
7. Of course when our houseguests were here and I wanted to go to the restaurant, Primo disappeared.
He does that. Someone will be visiting - someone he has invited - someone I don't even know - and all of a sudden, Primo will be gone and I will be stuck in the kitchen with the guest, whom I do not even know and do not want to know because it is Saturday morning and I have things to do and those things do not include entertaining Primo's political minions and allies. But I cannot just abandon a guest and go on about cleaning the bathroom or reading my book, so I remain stuck.
Meanwhile, Primo is upstairs doing God knows what. "I had to post something on facebook for the campaign!" he will say.
"It can wait until later," I will hiss.
"No! It has to be done now!"
And my heart hardens even further against his cause.
8. One of us gave this card to the other:
9. Overheard: "Her boyfriend finally quit smoking in jail."
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