relaxed housewife: puss in boots, running

After almost 42 years of marriage, conversation flows easily between Stevie Wonder and me.  Like a river running downstream, our talk flows undeterred around rocks of contention.

Sometimes there is a witness.  Even better, sometimes that witness is part of the ebb and flow of our conversation.

Ok, that sounds way too flowery and saccharine.  The ugly truth is Stevie Wonder was yammering on about something.  Wretch was sitting in the back seat of his truck, and we had just turned into the road to our home when she interjected:

"Dad, there's a cat running out in the road, be careful not to hit it."

I would love to be able to tell you exactly what Stevie Wonder was saying, but truthfully, Wretch and I can't remember.  I texted her last night and asked.  She said truthfully she was too worried about the cat to pay attention to what he was saying.  So I'll wing it.

It sounded something like this:


SW: blah blah blah yep blah blah yep yep uh huh uh huh...blah
Wretch: Dad don't hit that cat.
SW: blah yada blah blah blah uh uh yep blah blah
Wretch: Dad, do you see that cat?
SW: blah blah yep yep, un uh, yada yada yada.
Me: I don't think he's listening.
SW: yada yada, blah blah blah... yada.
Wretch: Obviously.  But at least he missed the cat.
SW: blah blah blah yada yep blah yep...
Me: And he doesn't even realize we just had a whole conversation in the middle of what he was saying.
Wretch: {speechless and laughing loudly}
SW: {quiet because he realizes we just said something, but has no idea what it was, and refuses to ask}
Me: {snorking in disgust}
SW: {continued silence}

Wretch is truly my child.  And the cat saved itself.

Life is good.
yada yada yada...

~cath xo
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