Brian watered the back lawn with a sprinkler that he moved a few times yesterday. This morning, he asks if the garden needs watering. It does. He sets the water, it ran for about fifteen minutes. The catnip needs harvesting, the flowers are turning brown and it's just time. But there are a lot of plants that need to come up for drying.
Me: I need something to put the catnip on to dry.
Me: Not something that will catch, like the back of a vinyl tablecloth.
Me: And not something vinyl, the plants need air to dry.
Me: Well, I need something.
Him: Use one of your old sheets.
Me: My old sheets! No!
Him: Why not? I'm sure you have at least one in there you'll never use.
Me: My old sheets have sentimental value! (Cross my arms over my heart.) How can you expect me to use something that I'm emotionally attached to?
Him: ("Really?" Even though he doesn't say the word, I can tell that's what he's thinking, I see it in his eyes.)
Me: (leaving room...I hate my linen closet, it's stuffed, needs to be dealt with..."emotional attachment"?....not really...it's fright...of the linen closet...but as an argument, it sure sounded good in my head...I don't think it worked)