Jan 20
Conversation with My Wife (223)
So this “No Singing Before Breakfast” rule is really more a guideline?
DEB: (singing indistinctly in the kitchen while dancing to a beat only she can hear)
ME: What?
This is before breakfast. I was told — many years ago — that Deb and her sister had a rule growing up: No Singing Before Breakfast. Later amended to add “Or Dancing.” I get reminded of this occasionally when I break it.
DEB: “Raspberry Beret.” I don’t think of myself as a Prince fan, but they were playing it on the radio this morning and now it keeps running through my head.
ME: And you were dancing to it?
DEB: A little. Kinda.
ME: Okay. So like, 🎵 She ordered raspberry parfait, the kind you find at an Italian ice store, rasp— 🎵
By this time Deb has started rocking to the beat in a big way, hips and arms and head moving, so I break out laughing.
ME: You are so cute!
DEB: It’s so nice to have somebody to be cute with, honey!
Well, yes!
You remember the song, right?
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