Business as usual

"Hey, welcome home! You're early. Here, let me take this..."
He pulls a bag out of her hands and immediately pokes his nose in it. "What have you brought here? Ah, I see... doughnuts. I wanted to get these, too, but I didn't know where to buy them. So, how was..."
"Oh, give me a break. I haven't even taken off my shoes yet."
"Right. So, how was your day? I bought some liver for you to make. And that friend called, you know, the one that held a grudge for over a month, she needs transport to her doctor Tuesday and she asked me to drive her there but you know I've got that specialist then and can't take her and..."
"Please! Don't you understand what 'give me a break' means? I'm tired and I need to change and you assault me here on the very door as if your life depended on it."
"Sorry? What's wrong with you? There's something wrong, I know it..."
"The only thing wrong is your pestering me from the moment I open the front door! As if that madness at the office wasn't enough. And what's there on the table? Oh my, what have you done with the onions?"
"You said I could peal them, so I did."
"Yeah, but I never told you to dunk it in the middle of that liver. Damn, I'm supposed to slice it yet and they're all bloody and sticky."
"What does it matter? They'll be cooked together anyway"
"OK, now get off my way, will you please! I've got work to do... again."