You know, men are very simple creatures. It is said that we operate under only three types of physical conditions: we are either hungry, thirsty, or horny (or any combination of those three) . That makes it physically impossible for us to understand poetry. And neither do silent treatments bring about any enlightenment. So, my (professional counselor) advice: when you are angry with your husband, sit him down at the kitchen table, look him in the eyes and speak slowly, like you would to a 10-year-old (which is what you mostly find in us; and also because we like this type of sophisticated talk). Explain him why you are angry, and he will do his best to un-angry you. Trust me, nothing is worse for us simple creatures than an angry woman.

Maybe we become more sophisticated once we grow up. I'll tell you when I have reached that state (Juliet is still waiting for that to happen).