Thursday, June 9, 2016

Nonverbal Communication In The Mansion

Today I went to the casino with my favorite gambling aunt, and got back right at the time Farmer H arrived home. Okay. I made it into the house. I was talking to The Pony while standing at the kitchen counter putting my 44 oz Diet Coke into its double cup.

Farmer H strode in the kitchen door, after first wiggling his key in the lock, like he hadn't parked right beside The Pony's new used car, obviously showing that someone was home. He proceeded into the Mansion living room, and SAT DOWN IN THE LA-Z-BOY! Can you believe it? That's right where Mrs. HM was headed! Isn't that what everybody wants after a hard day at the casino? A nice relaxing lean-back in the La-Z-Boy?

Let the record show that Farmer H NEVER goes straight to the La-Z-Boy! He always walks in the kitchen door, says something cheerful or snarly, and then, without breaking stride, goes right out the front door to his animals. Rain or shine! Summer or winter! Happy or mad! Supper ready or supper only a thought! That's his routine.

I can only imagine that he did this on purpose! Because I said that I just got home. Seriously. I think I deserved 10 minutes in the La-Z-Boy before whipping up supper. I WILL say that Farmer H is getting better at taking a hint.

Like when I sighed heavily, stood behind the short couch taking off my shoes, and said, "Well, I WAS going to sit down and put my feet up for a few minutes before supper...but it looks like I'll have to go lay down on the bed."

I'm surprised the clock and pictures did not fly off the walls, what with the gale-force of our double-sighs.


Kathy's Klothesline said...

He did it on purpose. I never sit in the recliner of HeWho, having my very own. Not that I wouldn't, if I so desired, but his recliner is not as comfy as mine. His is a "chair and a half". but he sits far to the left (sounds like politics!) and it leans that way.

Hillbilly Mom said...

I'm sure of it! Any other time he passes on through. My mom had a leaner!