Today, as mentaljr and I were walking into the house from a failed attempt at browsing at the dollar store (it was closed on Easter of all things), we had the following conversation:
MJ: "Katie whatever happened to that painting above the telephone table in the kitchen?"
K: "What are you talking about?"
MJ: "You know, that big painting of the orchid. Where did it go?"
K: [We have had a large painting, about 3' x 4' above the telepone table since we moved in 7 years ago. It is still there and has never moved.] "I don't know what happened to it. It just disappeared."
MJ: "Oh." [pause] "Wait, you said that kind of sarcastically. How long has it been gone?"
K: "Just come in the house and you'll see." [We enter the house and go into the kitchen. The painting is there waiting for us just like always.]
MJ: "Oh. It's still there."
K: "Yes. It is."
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