And then I giggled...
- Me: Your mother is rambling. She told your Dad she's talking to me but she's really talking AT ME. I have no idea what she's saying. I think it's her inner monologue. Something about you and I being together during your sister's wedding, which we weren't; something about you preparing for Florida even back then; something about you and your friend stopping smoking and a bachelor party; and something about two pictures stacked vertically on the wall.
- Husband: Quick, come outside with me [code for him smoking], maybe we can reset her.
Posted November 25, 2010 at 10:52am
