Biggy is fixing his Eggo's in the kitchen, from where he can see the goings-on in the sunroom, where I am. Fay is tossing and rolling in something small and brown on the floor, and I'm feeding all the rodents:
Biggy: What's Fay got--a bug?
TR: No, it's a piece of dog food. She pretends it's alive.
Biggy: Stupid dog.
TR: She's not stupid; she has a good imagination. something you wouldn't know about.
Biggy: Have you given the guinea pigs anything to chew on?
TR: I'm taking good care of them; don't you worry.
Biggy: You know, you're going to be one of those old ladies with, like, a hundred cats and shit everywhere.
TR: Is that all you've got, really? Did you come up with that all by yourself?
Biggy: (silence)
TR: Make sure you leave the butter on the counter so I can put it up like I do every morning. I wouldn't want you to stretch your imagination and think of something else to do with it.
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(yaaaaaaaawwwwnnnnnnnnnnnn)
"Life is never boring but some people choose to be bored." --- Dr. Wayne Dyer
“The only way a woman can ever reform her husband is by boring him so completely that he loses all possible interest in life”---Oscar Wilde
So you concede you're in need of reforming?
No, I just assumed that's what you've been trying to do:)
Blog as marriage counseling. Who woulda thunk it?
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