Husband: “The sun is green.”
Me: “No it isn’t; it’s yellow.”
Husband: “No it’s not, it’s GREEN. Take a look outside, and you can see that it’s green for yourself.”
<checks to make sure I’m not living in a bizarro world where the sun is green now>
Me: I checked, it’s yellow. Why do you keep saying it’s green?”
Husband: I don’t know what your problem is. We have a green sun, and that’s that.
Me: The sun has NEVER been green. And unless “green” means “yellow” now, it’s not green.”
Husband: The sun IS yellow. But you knew what I meant.
Me: No, you said the sun is green. You insisted that the sun is green multiple times.
Husband: But you should have known what I meant. Obviously I don’t think the sun is green.
Me: But you said “green.” Words have meanings, you know.
Husband: Well, sometimes I use words wrong, but you should know what I really mean. Of course I don’t think the sun is green.
<I stroke out>
While we haven’t actually discussed the sun’s color, this example is the root of many of our disagreements, and it drives me nuts! I am not, nor have I ever been, a mind reader.