Why do they yell from the other room?

I love my teenager. Really I do. But why is it that she is forever trying to tell me something when she is down the hall in another room. Say... the bathroom. Not only are there walls between us but it's summer and the air conditioner is making its own little strange noises. And the room where she is... the one with the running water... is also the room where the dryer is spinning and the washer is running.

Unless I develop some kind of super sonic hearing, I am never going to hear her. And then when she comes into the room where I CAN hear her, she over enunciates because clearly the reason I couldn't understand her before was because she was talking to quickly. Did I do this when I was fifteen? If I did, my mother should have given me a smack. I haven't smacked my kid, but it is times like this that make me think, "What is the deal with this girl?"

Sigh... Okay, I love my teenager. She helped me with my sermon on Saturday night and even gave Cheesehead a hook for her sermon.

She refuses to leave early for our combination work trip/vacation to the far northern state because she wants to go to the going away party for a member of my staff. She knows that there will be nothing there that she wants to eat. (Ooh! Boiled seafood! I'll eat before we go!) But she is determined that she be there for the Tinman's fond farewell. Gotta love it!

So that's what's happening at my house tonight. I just wanted to grouse. Thanks for listening.