I started complaining to Seth the other day about how everyone in our family thinks our icy door is disgusting.
"But you said it was disgusting...." he said. "You posted it on our blog for everyone to see."
Irrelevant, I thought. I did not voice this out loud.
"Yes, but I don't want everyone else thinking it's disgusting."
Confusion mounting, he said "But you do think it's disgusting. Why did you tell everyone it's disgusting if you don't want them to think it's disgusting?"
"I just don't want them to think I live in a disgusting house."
"But we do..."
I could write more of this conversation but let's just say that Seth still has no idea how my brain works and I remain satisfied with my impeccable logic.
Let's not count how many times I used the word "disgusting."
For the record, we fixed the icy door the day I wrote that post. We put some rolled up towels down outside the door.
And voila! No more ice.
I know. Ingenious.
And my house is not disgusting.