I'm pretty sure every couple does it. Or has it. Their own language. Silent and invisible to onlookers, but the spouse is very aware of its existence. Spending time with a few of our friends last week, the topic of spousal communication surfaced and I cringed. Well, because, I'm Queen of Non-Verbal Communication. No, no...EMPEROR. If you ask JD, I could pretty much give him a piece of my mind the duration of the Gettysburg Address with a single glance. I'm quite good at these glances.
JD, on the other hand, doesn't have to give a Look. He has this strange aura--almost sonic like--that he emits when he worries I'm on the verge of saying something at a dinner party that may embarrass him, or encourage me to chew on my foot. Which happens more than I'd like to admit. The moment I'm telling a story filled with embarrassment and hilarity (because, let's face it, me and Hilarity are second cousins, twice removed), JD will emit his sonic boom and I feel myself falling silent.
Between my looks and his sonic booms, we could be a lethal weapon. Which leads me to this week's installment of Kisses and Disses...because, really, weapons deserve a diss all their own.