Last Friday night in the Rojo household:
Me: Okay, so what's on the schedule for this weekend?
Mrs. Rojo: Well, I can't work out because of the procedure I had. (Minor skin procedure.) So I can't go to my normal workout class at 10 on Saturday morning.
Me: (*thinking*) Well, that's something that is NOT on the calendar.
Mrs. Rojo: And I didn't RSVP in time for the Son #2 friend's b-day party, but I called his mom and she said it was okay. So we have that.
Me: (*thinking*) Here we fucking go.
Mrs. Rojo: Oldest son wants to spend the night with his friend Saturday night, but I told him he had to ask you. He also wants to go to the movies on Sunday with his girlfriend. I called her mom to see if she was okay with it and she and her husband talked about it and they said it was okay if they were in a group or one of us was with them so I told them I would talk to you about it. I thought we could also go get a Christmas tree before the birthday party on Saturday. Do you think we can get a smaller tree this year since we have a smaller space? Plus, they have just gotten so expensive. There's no CCE on Sunday, so middle child doesn't have that to go to on Sunday morning. Sunday middle child has cub scouts at 3, but it's probably going to be rained out. Oldest has boy scouts at 4 and I need to go to the grocery store. Then we have your work party at 7 but we need to take two cars.
Me: (*thinking*) Don't say anything. Don't say anything. Don't say anything.
Me: (*thinking*) Seriously, don't fucking say anything. You've learned your lesson on this many, many times. Pretend like nothing is wrong and just converse and clarify cheerfully. Seriously.
Me: Well, now I know a bunch of shit that's not on our calendar and I still have no idea what we are actually doing.
Me: (*thinking*) Fucking dumbass!
Mrs. Rojo: *angrily* Hmph! If you don't want to talk to me, just say so. I swear, every time we talk it's like you get so annoyed with me. From now on I'll just send you a text...
Prologue: Ojo doesn't get laid for two weeks.