Last night after we left the party, we pulled in to a gas station to get gas. I told Robert I wanted some water and when he asked me where he should get it, I pointed to the snack shop sign of the gas station. After filling up the car, and walking over to the little shop, he got into the car, handed me a bottle of windhshield wiper and proceeded to drive away.Me: Where is the water?Robert: I just handed it to you. There.M iritated: Ummm, I am thirsty. I want water. Is this some kindda of a joke?R confused: Oh, I thought you wanted water for the windshield wiper. We were at a gas station and the sign has been bleeping for a while that the car needs windshield wiper liquid. M sighing: The car was bleeping for windshield liquid two weeks ago and I already took care of that. I wanted water for me.R pulling to a seven eleven store to get me water: Well, you should have been more clear. I will get you some now. M laughing: Ok next time I will tell you I need water. Oh wait I already told you that.Ahhhhh, I wish my husband would spend more time listening to what I say as Head Lemur has been doing at Raving Lunacy. He still doesn't get my point but I am flattered that he spends a lot of time and space trying to analyze what I say. From what I gather, critical thinking according to him means ad hominem, inviting people to a conference is elitist behavior but telling them to shut up because they have not written a book or have high ranking in Google is in spirit of healthy debate. All I had said and still maintain is that you might be able to be a better judge of a conference if you actually bothered attending it. It sounded pretty simple and straight forward to me but I guess that makes me a blithering idiot. Frankly, I didn't know where all the venom was coming from, until I read my husband's post this morning about hacking A-listers. I guess this is Mr. Lemur's way of getting Robert to link to him? Sorry to disappoint that you wasted your time, but Robert will only link to you if you pick on him not me.