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When I’m not with you, then talk!

This morning I happened upon a conversation between the men-children.  Apparently, the one that I feel talks the most and NEVER shuts up, feels the same way about his older brother.

Evans:  “And then, remember when you made that Lego man and we were using the Lego motorcycles?”

Morgan:  “Evans, do you know that you gave me a headache yesterday?”

Evans:  “I can’t make you have headaches.  That is stupid.”

Morgan:  “You talk so much that I get a headache from hearing you talk.  Your voice gives me a headache.  Stop talking to me.”

Evans:  “After school, I think that we can do our homework and then watch t.v..”

Morgan:  “Do you know that when I go to my classroom I don’t have to see you or talk to you and then I don’t get a headache from you talking so much to me?  You should be quiet and not talk to me so much.  Then, I won’t get a headache and I will want to talk to you more times.”

Evans:  “I don’t talk that much.  YOU talk too much and give me a headache.”

Morgan:  “Well, I think that we should both quit talking and then my headache will go away because I don’t have to hear you talk to me.  Okay?… OKAY, EVANS?”


Sounds like a gosh damn GREAT idea to me!


*Side note*  They are both still running their mouths about who the smallest member of our family is.  Morgan is convinced that it is now Chuck Norris and Evans has to jump in to tell him that no.  The smallest member is definitely Lizzy, Rocko and Zane.

Myself, being the one that won’t have a discrepancy in this most definitive family convo pipes up with that, if we are being technical, the smallest member of this family would be Morgan’s betta fish.  She is a female.  Therefore, smaller than the fancy-pants, male betta that inhabits Evans room.

Debate ends rather abruptly.


About melodyswatson

Thanks for giving this blog a chance. Well, it would have been cool if you would have tried it when I started it like, FOUR FUCKING YEARS AGO! But, water under the bridge and lets go from here… ;) I am a soon to be, 40 year old mother of three boys, proud wife to one sexy ass Navy Chief, fur-mom to two dogs, five cats, two rats and a black corn snake. I thrive on chaos and therefore I also bottle feed and foster underage kittens for my girlfriend's rescue. I am THE Crazy Cat Lady. I live in Southern California (yes, you can be jealous now) and own my home so… I won't ever be leaving! I am not close to my family mainly because… well, I don't really relate to them. But, I love the fuck out of my friends and will do anything for them. I hope that you will follow this blog. Mainly because it would nice to hear your own experiences or times you relate to something you read on here. But, also be aware that I am NOT an everyday, on schedule blogger. I blog when I have something to share. Always remember that forced words on paper are just as fake as that 'comeback' you have towards someone ten minutes too late. Let it go and wait for the next victim. I am also a staunch supporter of swearing. If I didn't swear, you would know that I was dead. So, take a stroll down memory lane on this blog and follow my thoughts and adventures.

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