Conversations with myself (~) and my mind (oo) while preparing breakfast
oo- The last two slices of bread are three times thinner than the first two slices.
~ What's that supposed to be? An old Irish saying?
oo- Nah. Just something I've noticed. The last stick of butter last ten times longer than the first stick.
~ You're saying all this because we ran out of milk yesterday.
oo- No, I'm trying to make a point. You almost threw out the rest of the soup on Friday. You didn't. So today we have soup.
~ That sounds Russian somehow.
oo- I don't think you are listening.
~ I know what you are saying. Cue Joni "You don't know what you've got 'til it's gone."
oo- Not really. It's different than that.
~ How?
oo- Well, to put it bluntly. I know what we've got, but I can't get you to pay attention.
~ You see? That would be difficult to put into a song.
oo- Okay. So, today I'm the serious one and you're the flibbertigibbet.
~ I'll bet you ten miles that Spellcheck hasn't a clue what that word is.
oo- Not going to change anything until you begin to pay attention, to be aware.
~ I'll bet that word hasn't been used by anyone in ---
oo - How are you enjoying your black coffee?
~ It's fine. It's the way I'm supposed to be drinking it, right?
oo - I see you saved one slice of bread for lunch too.
~ I don't think I see this side of you enough.
oo- Oh, yes. Definitely my fault. Definitely. (sigh)
~ Ok.OK. I've got it. More awareness on my part, sharing with you, letting you know how it is out here in reality.
oo- That'll be fun. Joyful.
~ Less Irish, that's for sure.
Sunday, March 28, 2010
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