I take my toothbrush out of my mouth, spit into sink, and say, "I can't really tell if you're upset with me or not."
"You can't tell if I'm upset or not?" Katie says, looking stricken (she wasn't).
Later while discussing a very thin, fragile drinking glass, of which we have only the one, we agree that if we had more, we'd break them constantly.
"Only very elegant ladies, with no roommates, or very delicate gentlemen, also with no roommates, could own glasses like that," Katie says.