I can still remember his name…. Keith. Showed up unannounced with his girl friend one evening 38 years ago. Discovered that night he was a talker. He talked, and talked, and talked, and talked. Gave no indication, he was planning on leaving any time soon.
We had 2 little toddlers, and I was ready for bed.
Suddenly something shifted in my brain. Some filter must have tripped a breaker.
It just came out of my mouth.
“Good night please…”
My wife was aghast, but I had finally had enough.
Saw that picture tonight and thought of Keith.
Come to think of it, I read a proverb this morning that goes along with this meme..
Google it if you’re curious.
Well, time to go and lock the chickens in. It’s going on 7.