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Wednesday, January 11, 2006

on the ride to work

Charles: Wake up. Start a conversation with me.

Me: (opening one eye) Wha?

Charles: I feel like I'm always doing all the talking.

Me: You are always doing all the talking.

Charles: Have you run out of things to talk about with me? After only six years of marriage?

Me: (sigh)

Charles: I want to have a conversation and I want you to start one.

Me: OK. Um....Barbecue. Mustard-based or tomato-based? Discuss.

Charles: I don't like the topic.

Me: I prefer mustard-based myself. It's tangy.

Charles: Start over.

Me: You know...there's a lot of pressure on me here to be witty and charming and interesting. It's 7:13 in the morning. I'm barely awake.

Charles: I didn't say you had to be witty or charming or anything.

Me: But the implication is there.

Charles: I know you spend all day talking and listening and I know you sometimes just don't want to talk.

Me: OK. Can I go back to sleep now?

Charles: No. I want to talk. What are you thinking right this minute?

Me: I'm thinking I really don't like the idea of you crawling out of the second story window to clean out the gutters. I think we should buy a ladder.

Charles: I don't need a ladder.

Me: We're homeowners now. We should have a ladder. It's just what one has when one owns a home.

Charles: How am I going to get a ladder home in this car? It's not big enough.

Me: Don't they fold up?

Charles: I don't want to talk about this any more.

Me: You asked what I was thinking.

Charles: What else are you thinking?

Me: I'm thinking we should have another baby.

Charles: Oh hell no.

Me: Not right now or anything. Just some time in the near future.

Charles: Maybe after I finish my degree.

Me: That's like two years from now. I'll be too old.

Charles: This isn't the 1800s, Amy. Women can have children well into their 40s.

Me: I'm going back to sleep.

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This whole conversation is just too funny to even respond to. Now you know how to end any dialog - just bring up having another child!!!!!

I know! I'm totally going to use that whenever I want Charles to hush up and leave me alone.

"Hey honey, let's talk about having another baby. Maybe two more! Maybe three!"

With two toddlers of my own, I find I am too tired most of the time for any conversation... with anyone... especially my husband.

Funny stuff!!!

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