Friday, November 19, 2010


My husband is constantly amazed by the "verbal shorthand" displayed by my brother and me and oftentimes he gets lost in the verbal crossfire. Last week, I was whining about all the STUFF I have to do and Les responded with an uncompassionate shrug and said "Smaller bites." Gerald asked, "What's that mean?" Les explained that I bite off more than I can chew!

On Wednesday, after the election, Les said, "Well, maybe now you can take a break." I said, "Oh no, I have an Angels Awaiting meeting today, I need to retreive my stuff from the Headquarters, and this evening I go to my first week of a 12-week class to learn how to start a Community Garden."


1 comment:

Mona Lisa said...

I need to CHEW THE FAT with you pretty soon!