Boat Keys

I start my day by entering the Don Chamber. I discover my jewelry dragged out of a dresser drawer, where I store it, and scattered all over the room. 

Kristy: What are you looking for?

Don: All those keys to the boat. 

Kristy: Where is the boat?

Don: You are standing in it. 

Kristy: This is a house, not a boat. 

Don: This is a house?

Kristy: Yes. We don’t have a boat. 

Don: This is what we have a loan for?

Kristy: Yes. This is a 3-story house. 

Don: Then you need to go home. 

Kristy: Are you releasing me from my duties?

Don: I guess. Why don’t you sit down and eat first?

Kristy: How kind of you. I think I will. 

First, he tries to escape by boat, becomes concerned about a mortgage loan, and then releases the only help he has from duties in the household. No full moon, no unexplained phenomena, and no further discussion. 

Note to Self: I’m gone if I hear, “Don’t let the door hit you in the butt on your way out.”