This conversation took place right after I left a voicemail message for a friend of ours.
"I am a better voicemail-message-leaver than you are," I say to Mark after disconnecting the call.
"Yes," he nods, "you are. You are a better speaker than me in general."
"I am," I say. Then I feel like I should say something nice about him. "But you're a better designer."
He nods again. I don't think he's really paying attention to the conversation. He's driving and I suppose it's good that he's concentrating on that. But then I feel like he might think I only said he was a better designer because I said I was a better speaker. Then I realize that he wouldn't think that anyway. I know, I know. Convoluted.
"Not that you need me to tell you that you are better than me at some things..." I ramble. "Because, I know you are secure enough and confident in your own abilities." Yes. I sometimes ramble.
Mark finally engages. "Well, it wouldn't be good if we just had the same skills. We need to be diversified."
I laugh. "I think that's how we should refer to our family unit from now on. Diversified Chamberlain."
"But does that really reflect our Mission Statement?"
"Hmm... No, I guess it doesn't," I say. "I'm not sure what our mission statement is."
"We'll have to take some time this summer to hammer out the details," Mark says thoughtfully. "Operationalize our definintions..."
Indeed. As if my summer weren't going to be busy enough...