Last week I was unhappy with The Brain for something. I don't even remember what, really, which tells you how important it was. Probably he forgot to put the lime in my diet Coke or something unforgivable like that.
Anyway, I was pretty mad, and it was after 9pm - and as we all know, I am not a night person. Really not a night person --but I do at least know that I will lose any argument because I have no levelheadedness in me at that time of night. So rather than fight about whatever it was, I went to our bedroom, shut the door, and started to fold laundry - -but I'll be danged if I was going to fold HIS laundry, because I was that mad. (See? the rationality is astounding, really.) (but I can say that NOW, because it's 10am)
So I shoved his clothes to the end of his side of the bed, folded and put mine away, and went to sleep.
The next morning I told him I was sorry for being mad - and for not folding his laundry.
His response - "You didn't ...what?" And we looked at the bottom of the bed and there was the laundry. Completely unnoticed. Slept on - exactly where I had left it.
And that's when I decided that not only are my arguing skills lame after 9pm, but I'm really going to have to step it up in the passive/aggressive department. Because when he doesn't even NOTICE....