Usually I get our Christmas dishes out after Thanksgiving. They are still in the hutch, well, some of them are. Some are in the kitchen, waiting to be washed and some of our regular dishes are in the living room, waiting to take their places.
Phil was in the living room with me, I was taking the dishes out while we were discussing the rest of the Christmas preparations.
"Sit down," he said, "so we can talk."
"I can talk while I work," I said.
"Well, in that case there must not be much talking done around here."
He thinks he's funny.