Well, I did a baby bo-bo. The night went ok. Family time. Pretty good. Then at about 9:30 her phone rang. She checked it and let it ring. OM. I tried to mask my emotion and thought I did ok. My W knows me too well. She called me on it later. She said ever since her phone rang I was quiet. She said "Don't worry, I'm not going to make a phone call in front of you." I simply said "Didn't you want to talk." She said "No, why." I said "You said we would need to talk after last night. Is there anything to talk about?" She said "No, not right now." And the grand finale, I said "Ok" and put a smile on, went upstairs to finish the taxes. A few minutes later I walked back down the stairs and looked serious at her and said "Well, I do have one question for you." She said "ok". I said with a smile "Do you know what our mortgage interest was?" She smiled...I asked "What? What did you think I was going to ask?" with a big grin. It broke the ice a bit. I have been fine with her since then. I am not saying it was good to do what I did, but I wanted to give her the opportunity if she wanted it to talk. I guess in her time she either will or won't. And I move on to the next episode...
