Selective Hello's

One afternoon, I was sitting on the front porch rocking in the rocking chair with LB, when husband comes home.

Husband rolls down the window to say hello and sweet nothings to LB.

He rolls forward and then says hello to Wallace. Our adopted stray cat who now lives on our front porch, eating our food and hoping we'll let him in. He has become our fourth mooching roommate. Wonderful.

Husband then goes on down the driveway to park. In the garage.

LIKE I WASN'T EVEN THERE.

Me: Hi, I'd like to introduce myself...you're wife. Mother of your child. I was the one he was sitting on when you pulled in.

Husband: (laughing) I realized I didn't say hello when I got in the garage.

Me: Is this what we've come to? You over looking me?

Husband: Um, how often do you say good morning to me when I'm in LB's room feeding him in the morning?

What is this a cross-examination? Am I on trial? Do I need an attorney?

Me: You get your good morning before we ever get out of bed.

Silence

Uh huh....that is the sound of I'M RIGHT.

I win at marriage.

The next morning though, I made it a point to say hello to Husband when I walked into LB's room.

So what if it was an exaggerated hello. It was still hello.

But, I don't think I've done it since.