I was blessed with a day off today which included a trip to a mega Borders. Having spent the day alone, I naturally had an abundance of words left to use and S was the lucky recipient of a shelf- by-shelf description of the store. At the end of the monolog (during which he did his best to show an inordinate amount of interest, being a library shelver and all), I noticed he had vased the first iris blooms for his desk. I commented on how they look like beautiful fluffy ladies. He replied with a hint of respectful exasperation, "Yeah, except they don't talk."
Do men have listening quotas? If so, I believe I exceeded Seth's today.
