Otherwise, the details get fuzzy:

Last night, while I was in the kitchen doing something something went wrong — a package wouldn’t open easily, or whatever was inside had something wrong with it, or something like that — and I must have made some comment out loud, though I no longer remember what it was. Angelina heard and danced over, smiling: “Are they in trouble with you? Are you going to call and yell at them?”

I guess I do that pretty frequently — but it isn’t only me!

A few days ago, in a similar situation, she asked Clint: “Are you going to write them an email?”

How well she knows us, already….