We're all standing there, waiting to eat the chocolate cakes. A is telling an interesting story about a vet friend of hers who takes in injured cats... so they always have the sorriest cats- cats with one eye, cancer surviving shaved cats, cats with tubes coming out of their necks.

"Enough, enough," her husband says. His arms are lovingly around her waist. She continues recounting the injuries of the cats a little longer. "Enough" he says, more forcefully, reminding her that we were about to eat cakes. Her story is winding down but not ending just yet.

He clamps his hand over her mouth to stop her from continuing. There is a little lull in the conversation, then she says awkwardly to break the silence, "well, what's next, then, are we going to eat?"

I wouldn't have said that.

No, I would have just killed my husband instead.

But then again, I would have probably divorced him more than ten years ago, before marrying him in the first place. Yes, yes, I think I would have left him the first time he ever tried to do something like put his HAND over my FACE when I was trying to talk. It astonishes me what some people put up with.

Good times. I wonder if she licked his hand when he put it over her mouth.. I used to do that to gross folks out.
» Dilated on 2007-05-06 01:21:13

Shouldn't you update? It's been more than 12 hours..
» Dilated on 2007-05-06 02:52:56

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