When one of my sisters and I were young, we would be told to go to our rooms to separate ourselves. Then we would talk through the HVAC vents.

Tonight, the better-half and I were half arguing. I was in the bathroom speaking under my breath and the better-half was in the basement looking for a bottle of wine. He heard me complaining. We talked through the floor vent. Exactly as I did when I was 8. Guess he understands about arguing with siblings.

Or I need to shut my mouth.

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1 Response to Truth

  1. Maria says:

    Tee hee! That is totally hilarious!

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