Some months back Peter came home and almost studiously repeated what a coworker had said to him. That women have a bucket of 1000 words we need to unload everyday. He strode purposely to the couch. Twelve tired hours from the time he’d left home, my husband reposed and braced himself, inviting me to pour my bucket over him.
Poor man.
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Addendum on April 20, 2013:
I’ve gotten annoyed when Peter would interject while I was midsentence. He explained today that he’s not interrupting, at least not intentionally. According to my husband, when I speak, I do so in chapters. The human audio book he calls Wife prompts a thought in his head and by the time he’s caught a break in the stream, it’s been ten pages. And he’s forgotten what he’d wanted to share.
A Holistic Journey 
Love these observations…although cringing a bit in sheepish recognition of talking in chapters and not having an audio break for my lovely husband. Thank you.
LOL. “Sounds” like he would feel vindicated reading the post. He he. Thanks for reading, Chloe.
What a lovely relationship you have. I have a habit of interrupting, actually… guilty.
LOL Thx for rummaging here. We all do that. I hope Daniel gets to the Greatness, Part 1 if you don’t have the time. Almost a present for him. =)
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