Rob and I spent last Sunday organizing our new kitchen cabinets. I had fun arranging my Fiestaware into bright, shiny stacks and asking Rob questions like, "So, what's your favorite color of Fiestaware?" (I always like to chat and bug Rob while we're working on a project, and I call these dumb questions "conversation starters.")
If ever we were not in the kitchen, if we happened to stray into another room or find ourselves at Winn-Dixie, Rob would say, "Hey, what are we doing? Let's go play in our new kitchen!"
And we'd go and organize or reorganize a cabinet.
"So," I said at one point, "do you think we should put our different vinegars in alphabetical order?"
Rob said he thought arranging the bottles by height was good enough.
"So," I said as I lined up the balsamic and the red wine, "what's your favorite kind of vinegar?"
"Let's not talk anymore," he smiled.