If you are reading this, then you more than likely know how much I run my mouth. And how my stories often ramble on and on. And you've probably gotten a really long-ass voice mail from me. Well, tonight at dinner, I was asking Shay about 3 million questions about his business trip to Connecticutt that he leaves for tomorrow. Well, about question 2,764,851, he rolls his eyes in frustration of my battery of interrogatives. We laughed and I said, "I'm asking too many questions, aren't I?" (Keep in mind that these questions were in no way 'nagging'--it was more like I was just asking to know). Anyway, this is what followed...
Shay: It's a good thing talk isn't a pollutant...
Me: Why's that?
Shay: 'Cuz you'd have a permant hole in the ozone layer above your head.
I was rolling! I thought it was so cute and so funny! (And so true!)
I'm really glad talk isn't a pollutant!!
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Well...had I not been in the very pleasant, good humored mood I was in at the time, I probably wouldn't have found it as funny. But then again, had we not been cutting up and having a fun time, he probably wouldn't have chanced it. :-D Also, it helped that HE meant it to be cute and funny, and he in no way meant it as rude or critical! Otherwise, the boy woulda gotten bitch-slapped!
But no, Shay's a sweetheart...
I'm the lucky one <3
wow...I wish I could get away with well directed commentary such as that when it comes to you female types!
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