Our house is a very very very fine house ...

[phinnia]

Chris: (holding up bottle) What is this?
Me: It's your bottle of omega-3's.
Chris: Oh, okay. (puts bottle back on top fridge shelf, where it had been).
Me: Don't put it there, put it back in the door.
Chris: Why?
Me: Because that's where it belongs, back in the door.
Chris: Why was it on the shelf?
Me: Because it fell.
Chris: (puts it back on the shelf)
Me: No, put it in the door, otherwise it's in the way of the milk.
Chris: So why did you put it there in the first place? You're going to put it back in the door and it's going to fall ...
Me: I didn't. It fell on the shelf.
Chris: What? That takes some skill, given that the door opens this way (jerks door). What the hell is up with that?
Me: I don't know.
Us: Third base.


Minutes later:
Chris: I was mainly confused because, you know, most things fall on the floor, down, unless they're the Magical Omega 3 Bottle ... of Dharma. Because everything is 'of doom' or 'of death'. And god knows there are too many things 'of Destiny'.

Edit: (One for kolys).
(They say misery loves company ... let's start a company and make Emilys ...?)
Me: I think you're right, there needs to be a higher rotation in descriptive 'd' terms ... you know, dharma ...
Chris: Dharma ... defilement.
Me: Defiance.
Chris: Detroit.
Me: Isn't that the same thing as saying 'destiny'? Detroit?
Chris: Only for suitably small values of 'detroit'.