Jibber Jabber
She’s got stories. They’ve got eyelids.
If you know me at all, you know I like to talk. And talk. And talk. Some may even say I talk too much. But I ask, is there such a thing??
As soon as I wake up I am ready to jibber jabber. No kidding.
But my more reserved, quiet husband does not like to listen to jibber jabber first thing in the morning. I can’t understand it but I honour this idiosyncrasy of his.
So what do I do? I lie in wait for just the right moment to pounce. I have to wait until his eyes are open and his belly is full and he’s said a few words before I can even begin to think about talking.
Does anyone realize the daily sacrifice I make, keeping my jibber jabber to myself for an entire hour? It’s huge!!! And I think I ought to get some recognition for my ability to do this.
My added talent is that I can even pick up exactly where I left off from the night before as though no time has passed.
Case in point - I sent a text to my sister the other morning about something we’d been talking about the night before. She replies saying, and I will quote her here “You start off the day just where you left off before going to sleep. Like nothing happened in-between.”
I was more stunned than anything that she was surprised by this - duh!!
But you know the more I think about it the more I think Brenda is to blame for my jibber jabber. Because when we were kids and it was time for bed I’d still be talking - about something important I’m sure. And within minutes she would be asleep. Made me crazy. So when she awoke I’d continue my story. Like nothing ever happened. It’s like I sat up all night watching her sleep, just waiting for her to open her eyes so I could continue my story.
So in essence, it’s Brenda’s fault that I jibber jabber so much.
This does, however, beg the question - did Brenda teach Barry this trick because he also falls asleep when I’m telling my late night stories. And it still makes me crazy. I have lots of interesting stories people. Don’t fall asleep on me!!!!
Jibber Jabber