Oh my goodness, be quiet. Can't you see I'm trying to write. Since when do you get up on a Saturday morning and clean? Are you doing this on purpose? I cannot think with you clanking dishes and clomping around. Sweeping? When do you sweep anything but the garage? Now you're looking at me with that I'm-superior-because-I'm-working look. And here comes the interrogation.
"You gonna sit at your computer all day?"
"Nope, I just have to get my post in."
"You gonna cut up this mango, it is getting old."
"Yup, I'll do that in a little bit."
"You wanna help me clean the sun room today? (This actually means, am I going to clean the sun room today.) There are boxelder bugs everywhere."
"Yup, I was planning on doing that. I just need to finish my post."
"You gonna go to Kroger's today?"
"YES DEAR, I JUST NEED TO FINISH MY POST."
"Okay, you don't need to yell."
"It says here in the paper that tuition is going up at BGSU."
"You almost done with whatever you're doing on the computer?"
"Yeah, I'm done."