I was sitting on our beautiful new sofa last night, having a glass of wine, and trying to get sucked into my book. It wasn't working so much last night, and there was nothing on TV, and Ted and Maya were already snoozing, so I was a bit bored. I started going through a drawer, and I found a series of notes between Maya and myself from sometime last year, maybe the year before, I'm not sure. Here's what I remember. I told her to go to bed, and she ignored me. I asked again, and she ignored me. We got in a big fight about it. I told (yelled at) her that she never listens to me. She went to her room and slammed her door, and wrote me this letter. She brought it to me and went back in her room. I wrote my response, etc. I thought you might get a kick out of the sequence of communication in my house...
I love this one for two reasons...1st, I just LOVE the little angry face.
2nd I love that she is so stinking mad, but she still signs it, "love". :)
I marked it, and then wrote a note of my own:
This is the last page...if you look at the bottom, you can see that she LOVES me, but still calls me a liar for saying she never listens. And she's right. I am a liar. She does listen. Sometimes.