Ebb.
The DNB, being short on sleep and long on trying to beat the Tubular level on Super Mario World, has been how-do-you-say CRABBY recently. Little things annoy him - living, breathing, and that thing where I pull his armpit hairs.
"What was it like before you were cranky?" I ask him one night.
"Umm. Good," he replies. "What was it like before you were irritating?"
"I don't remember that time," I say.
"Neither do I," he quips pointedly.
I want to note that it's probably because he has no short- or long-term memory faculties, but decide in a Moment of Wisdom to keep my mouth shut.
We sit in silence.
"What was it like before you were cranky?" I ask him one night.
"Umm. Good," he replies. "What was it like before you were irritating?"
"I don't remember that time," I say.
"Neither do I," he quips pointedly.
I want to note that it's probably because he has no short- or long-term memory faculties, but decide in a Moment of Wisdom to keep my mouth shut.
We sit in silence.
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