Sunday morning planning

I have 8 days off starting Wed. It takes a special cup, a special pen, brown sugar toast, and being outside to plan for my 8 days off - woohoo!
Chuck comes in while I'm writing this and starts talking. I, having some male tendencies, ignore him. He says, "Why aren't you talking to me?" I turn and say, "what do you want to talk about?" He clams up, like I've hurt his feelings and starts walking away. I grab his shirt trying to get his attention, forgetting I'm in a rolling chair and get rolled to the livingroom. Never did find out what he wanted.