[Conversation over dinner at a Mexican joint.]
Deja: Do you think I expect too much of myself?
Sam: [without hesitation] Yes.
Sam: What are you, thirty now?
Sam: You probably have to start making some decisions.
Deja: What do you mean?
Sam: Well, like. There are all these different things you wanna do, and you can't do all of them as well as you'd like to. I'm sure you can do any of them well, but you can't do all of them well at once. You'll have to pick a few.
Deja: [chip, salsa, mouth]
Sam: You wanna do your blog; you wanna be really involved in church; you want to freelance edit; you want to be the perfect housewife. And you'll never be able to perfect your writing and your dishwasher organization at once.
Deja: [Looks at Sam, sadly.]
Sam: So you just need to really focus on that dishwasher.
Deja: [Wads napkin, throws it at Sam's head.]