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..."
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..."
posted by Michael and Tiffany @ 9:47 PM
1 Comments:
At 10:03 AM,
The Angry Gnome said…
In my defense, this was a volitional conversation which I remember rather well. Those moments where my wife heard only mumbling I was likely reciting lyrics to that classic '80's song "...get it on, bang a gong, get it on..."
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