On our 10 year anniversary Tom bought me a doll house. It was right around the time we found out about moving to Seattle so I haven't yet done much to it. When I returned this morning from my "day of thinking" retreat, he had it set up on the coffee table, with a roaring fire in the background, and he was going to install the electrical system. It was really sweet. We took the husband and wife doll and instead of talking to each other, used them to communicate and it went something like this:
Why do we live in a house with no walls?
Why are you wearing a cloth on your boobs?
I'm pretending it's summer. Why is your hair plastered to your face?
(Tom, real husband, not the doll, puffs up his hair and says, "It's from my golf cap." I say "Not you, him." and point to the doll. He says, "Oh." and goes back to his doll - he's obviously never played with dolls, but not that I'm complaining.)
Why do we only have 50 lbs of flour to eat? When was the last time you shopped for groceries?
Friday but you'd have to be here to eat it. Why is golf always on TV???
It's a tournament. Why do you have cankles??
(the real me says: "WHAT?")
(Tom says, "Not you. Her." and points to the doll.)
The exchange ended with wife doll picking up sack of flour and hurling it at husband doll's head.
Therapy comes in many forms.