Mrs F stumbles into the kitchen after a bad few hours with a nightmaring Baby (I think one was about cookies... fyi).
"Jabber Jabber Jabber." says Mr F
"jabber jabber jabber jabber jabber..." He continues, into infinity, always maintaining a 3 foot radius around me.
(If you know Mr F you know the man can talk... and he doesn't do it quietly)
"You are very talkative this morning." Mrs F manages, after listening for a good 20 straight minutes, while trying to measure coffee.
"Well, that's because I've been up for 2 hours with no one but the cat... jabber, jabber, jabber, jabber...." Mr F responds.
"Yeah. I get it." Mrs F says.
"When someone says that you are very talkative... it means... Stop Talking."Mrs F explains.
"Ooooh. I get it." Mr F says through a mouth of toothpaste (in the kitchen people...).
"Apparently, you don't." Mrs F replies.
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Showing posts with label unless he was up for two hours with the cat smoking meth... there was really no excuse for this level of early morning excitability. Show all posts
Sunday, December 12, 2010
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