10:00 p.m. I am in bed reading.
SH: Are you going to bed soon?
Me: I'd like to turn out the lights in half an hour.
SH brings the new little computer that he bought on woot.com for me to the bedroom. The computer is so I have a computer when we travel and don't bother him to use his so I can blog and not deprive y'all. So really this computer is about him. Right now, it is the computer version of the upstairs vacuum cleaner. I think it is a little bit extravagant, but SH is a deal finder who puts extra money toward the mortgage every month, so I trust him.
So far, this computerette has been very useful for him as he spent the afternoon test-driving used cars and looking up their history. Guess what? Car salesmen -- my uncles and cousins in Medford excluded, of course, as they are in a small town where reputation is everything -- won't necessarily tell you that that cute little Mini has been in not one but two accidents.
Me: So what are you working on there, sweetie?
SH: Oh, just looking for a new anti-virus program.
Me: Are you getting close to being ready to come to bed?
Me: So what's that there?
SH: I guess I can't cancel the BMW Club membership from here, but I can cancel the ad for my car.
Me: Are you almost ready to come to bed?
SH: I guess I'll go work upstairs.
SH: I'm not tired.
Me: Then why did you bring the computer in here?
SH: So we could spend some time together.
Me: Why did you stay until 11?
SH: So we could spend more time together?
Me: I didn't want more time! I wanted to go to sleep!
SH: But I was looking at cars all afternoon.
Me: Until 10:30. That was good enough. Didn't you hear the part about I wanted to turn out the lights at 10:30?
SH: You don't care about togetherness.
Me: Nope. I care about sleeping.