Are you TALKING to me?

Ye, momma, dahhhling.  I love you so much, [click Disney mode, cute eyes, cue lips, tilt head. check....]

You seem upset, time to play the cutsie pooh card...

For sure, you are not happy.... I better look interested.

aha, aha, aha.... I got it.  You don't like my display of intellectually curiosity.  Look I only wanted to taste that thing that was all wrapped up in the crinkly paper. It had a great smell.  How did I know you were so cheap that you used the panettone cellophane to wrap something made out of plastic!  It smelled like food to me!  And I wanted to liberate [oh I love that word] the food from the cello...

You set me up....

all this "talk" is boooooooring me to tears.

Fine, got it...  Are we good yet?ok ok I AM SOOOO SORRY.  Momma, do you remember the concept of contributory negligence? Just asking.  Noooo. I am not pouring gasoline on the fire.  Just checking your memory that is all.

Kisses???


"vie