The Forth Clan

to chronicle the day-to-day lives of the Forths

Tuesday, February 26, 2008

Overheard by a Fly on the Wall

The scene: 11 p.m. Michael's been in bed for about 1/2 an hour. Tiffany has started to quietly get ready for bed.

Michael: "mumble, mumble, mumble."

Tiffany: "Hmmm?"

Michael: "I said, you don't have to be super quiet. I'm not asleep."

Tiffany: "Okay."

Michael: "Of course, don't bang a gong or anything, but you know what I mean."

Tiffany: "Okay."

Michael: "Do we have a gong?"

Seriously?

Tiffany: "No."

Michael: "We need to rush-order one."

What?

Tiffany: "Why? So I can stand here and not bang on it?"

Michael: "No, I've always wanted to say... mumble, mumble ... bang a gong and ...mumble, mumble, mumble... gong. Of course, ... mumble, mumble ... monkey... mumble, mumble."

Tiffany: ".... uh huh..."