Communication

I walked past the stove to put away the dish in my hand and there was a pot of madly boiling brown stuff that smelled like coffee on the stove. I cut the heat and moved the pot and announced to the room, "somebodies something, is something."


Miss Twiglet, the owner of the pot quoted in reply, "I'm a fan of subtle, but that was positively cryptic."


I gave a small ahh smile, "but you know what I meant."


"Yes, actually, I think I did." She grinned back.


Sometimes I love the way our family communicates. It's ever so much better than the way we don't communicate.

Something for some reason has called me somewhere else, so until sometime later,

Someone (aka T.W.)