(sigh)

What's the matter?

I've worked 9 hours today, did the laundry, folded it, made dinner, vacuumed,

and your first words weren't 'thank you'.

Nothing.

Are you sure?

Okay, we have another chance to say something.

These are all the things that actually bother you.

Should we add this to the boyfriend's file and save for later,

or would you like to address this now?

My advice would be to lock it away for a rainy day.

I told you I'm fine.

Okay.

15 minutes later.

Babe? Did you eat the last of the ice cream?

Yeah.

There's been a change of plan.

Get me the fucking keys.