A typical “conversation” in our house this morning:
She (shouting from the bathroom where she has just gotten out of the shower and is looking out the bathroom window to the back yard): “There’s a cat in our yard but I don’t know if it’s one of ours or not. I don’t have my glasses on.”
Me (shouting back from the office where I was sitting down, now looking out the back door to the yard): “It’s Miss T lying in the grass. She’s probably watching for rabbits.” (Miss T has never caught anything in the 7 years she’s lived with us, but she still has lust in her heart.)
She (still yelling from the bathroom): “No, I think they are usually out around dusk.” (Pause.) “I’m a rabbit expert.” (Slightly longer pause.) “I should have a TV show. Rabbits At Dusk.”
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