First, Rosanne is not going to do anything for the unforeseen future, now she's going on a speaking strike.
"O come on Dick, don't you know what I'm saying to you?" she commented out of frustration during a husband and wife discourse last night.
"Not half the time," was my brutally honest replay.
"That does it," she shot back at me. "I'm not speaking to you anymore!"
"That'll be the day," I said with tongue in cheek as I hurried into the kitchen to turn down the heat under a boiling pot of perogies. "Promises, promises!"
Silence! End of conversation -- for the time being at least.