Scene: Post-supper mayhem: John delaying inevitable homework and Maia trying to decide if she wants to run around the house naked before her bath. I am clearing the table.
Players: Me, mise en scène, talking to Matt on the phone, from the cab of a train heading toward MinnTac.
We join mid-discussion.
Me: ...And, you know, I was just sitting there, and right when she said that, I got teary, even though I told myself I wouldn't. Just because I was so mad.
Matt: Oh, right when you said she had said that, I knew you would.
Me: I know! Isn't that so me? Why do I have to be one of those people who gets teary when she's mad? Why can't I just yell and throw a big fit?
Matt (affectionately): Yeah, I know.
Me: God, I just hate it. Well, of course, I'm all PMSy right now.
Matt: Wait a minute now --
Me: I know, how DUMB is that? But seriously.
Me: C'mon now. What kind of newspaper person are you? J. Jonah Jameson NEVER would have used that excuse.