no comment?
I've been married for a good long while, and marriage is one of those partnerships that needs lots of attention or it starts to slide into the mudge. You take each other for granted. You don't notice the little things, or even the big ones. For example:
You get your hair dyed and cut and nobody notices, or nobody says anything. A hundred fifty bucks paid for the priviledge of having a woman who wears a size four stand next to you in a mirror for an hour while you are looking your absolute worst swaddled in towels with your head in a plastic bag, and the response at home?
Nada. Zilch.
Hey! Wake up, buddy. Look at my expensively coiffed head.
Oh. Yes, it looks good. Is that a new color?
I do it too, of course. He comes in and stands next to my chair for ten minutes, we talk back and forth while I keep my eyes on a fiddly bit of fabric. When I do look up, there it is: a pants leg bloody from the knee down. Would he have ever mentioned it, if I had never looked? There is that two inch scar on his arm that I swear wasn't there a year ago that I'm almost afraid to ask about. So, maybe not.
All this leading to the acknowledgement that you and I are no longer in the honeymoon stage. You flit in, see if I've got anything to say that might amuse you, and off you go again. No comment on the new, simpler, cleaner header on this page. You hate it, you like it, you want the old one back -- you really hadn't noticed.
See? Mudge.