For fun I cleaned house, as much as I can clean house as broken as I am.
Me: (starting to pick up laundry basket, growling.) Dr. Skull!
Dr. Skull: (Playing guitar loudly)
Me: DR. SKULL! (Adds a bad word.)
Kid emerges from her room, where she has been drawing for the past 15 hours: What now?
Me: Carry this, will you? (Another bad word.)
Kid: Oh, Mom. You're so sad. (Carries basket for me.)
(In Dr. Skull's defense, when he is not playing the guitar loudly, he does all the heavy lifting for me these days.)