Not Speaking

If you aren't totally sick of political chatter this blog post is damn funny.
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I talk all day at my job. I have to deal with idiots all damn day. 
I am tethered to the phone figuratively and it can be quite stressful for me.
And it's not just customers. It's salespeople, technical support, vendors, banks, insurance people, property management companies etc.

At night if my phone rings I just don't wish to answer it. 
If it is Katie or my sister Jen or someone I just love to pieces, then yes I will pick up. But for the most part, nope!

If you call between 8 - 5 I will answer but don't expect it after hours until weekends.  Some days it is just too much for me.
So you can imagine on Sundays when I hear the phone ring in the office how I cringe.  My stomach begins to jump.
I know it is just a matter of hours and I have to answer and be on that damn phone.

We planned on doing nothing last Sunday. 
It sounded wonderful to me!
I made a proclamation to Rick that I was not talking to people today.
I am being a hermit and I will only talk to you and Izzy.
He just laughs at me. 
I didn't want to wear a bra, go outside, be amongst people. 
Izzy won't walk with me alone if Rick is home so I was off the hook on that too.
I wanted to do things around the house, be with my two favorite people in my house. (Well, he was a favorite at the beginning of the day)
I was going to make a pie for Rick, do more laundry and just be home. 
Maybe watch a movie too. 

Then I walk into the dining room and the window is open a bit and I hear him outside saying to the neighbor, yes, to the sweet old woman across the street, 'that my wife can't talk to others on Sunday, it's her religion.' 
OMG.
I hear her hearty laugh. I about died! 
What is wrong with him?  You don't tell people that.
Seriously you don't tell nice people that I am not talking to humans today. 

When he came inside I ask him why he felt the need to tell her that. 
He laughs as he does and says, "Oh Margaret, she knew I was joking around. Would you prefer I tell her you don't wish to wear a bra today instead? Or that you told me it was "too people-y outside?"

"God no. Okay, I get it, mister. But can't you just say nothing? Why did that even come up in conversation?"She asked what you and I were doing today. I told her nothing because you, well, you know the rest. 

Why bother even asking him why he couldn't just say, "we're not doing much today, a lazy Sunday" and let it go. But nooo, not my Rickster. Nope. I didn't even bother asking him.
It's going to be fun when I see her again. Thankfully she is out of town right now. 

It is like living with a child who you can't say anything in front of for fear he/she will repeat it.  I have a dog and a child of 63.