You got me all wrong, babe.
I hope so.
My response to the issue about how maybe we could just tolerate the nice horse-sized duckies is some kind of logical fallacy and some kind of hyperbole or some other sort of figure of speech. My wife's sister used it on me the other day.
She had come to town to get some medical help for her kid, and had stayed overnight. I came in at around nine am after driving all night. Her mjnivan looks just like another of my wife's sisters who had offered to come stay overnight with my wife to help her. So, anyway, I came into the house thinking Ann might be sleeping on the couch, and was surprized is was Sue...... and I made the mistake of expressing my surprize.
Now mind you, Ann is of the camp of womanhood/sisterhood devoted to the believe that all men are ignorant, inconsiderate, and wrong, in every instance worthy of comment. Nice divorced women, both of them. Sue, however, does try to at least say some nice things no matter how meritless they may be. Not Ann.
So, anyway, I was brain-dead to be opening my mouth to say anything at all, and I paid the price for it. A 28 hour road trip is no excuse for a stupid man.
Ann said, with some offense taken. . . . "So, if you'd known it was me you wouldn't have come in?", to which I coolly replied "Yes, Ann. For sure I would have just crawled back in my truck and driven to Maine."
I am so bad.
It's called taking the argument to the most extreme imaginable point. . . . . .