19.1.22


whenever he learned something he didnt know he told his girls  The more I learn the less I know always cracked them up
anwhen he learned something newhe couldnt help himself he had to share


he and his girlfriend were going on a hike

she stopped to pick him up

he walked down to the street so she didnt have to come up the long drive

getting in he leaned overtook her hand kissed her eagerly before strapping in
                                                                                 Good morning

Tasty kiss, love, good morningWhat’s up? she grinned like the Cheshire Cat

Wha are you grinning at

Grinning at you. What’s up?  Looks like you’re going to pop.

I look . .
. . Yes, that an that you’ve tipped your hand.

Tipped my hand

she laughed out loud  didnt cover her mouth
                                                 You’re somethingevery time you meet me on the street you got something brewing inside that wonderful head of yours.

Its that obvious

Stop it, I know you inside out.

I know you though cant say inside out.

Understandable, you’re not as deep as me.
Jesus

       she burst out laughing againJOYOUSLY he loved she didnt cover her mouth 

Whatcha got, baby?

Do ya know wha a swarm of butterflies is called

It’s called a swarm.

Yes it is  theres also another name for it

       she pausedsearched her mind
                                            Another name . . another name . . . no.

Whew  I thought you might knowyare smarter than me 
                                                            Its called a kaleidoscope  kaleidoscope isnt tha coolso damn appropriate attractive

It’s perfect, beautiful.

I was so excited to tell youfingers crossed you didnt know if for nothing other than seeing the thrill on your face Thrilled atop your humourous gorgeous laughterwhich I hadnt expected like a towering beautifullycoloured ice cream cone
Gimme the kaleidoscopecoloured scoops pleaseHA

You're something.  Well . . . that leads me to ask you.

Ask me ask me wha

What is collection of barflies called?

       his turn to lose his shit
                                 I don know wha 
I don’t either.
               Suppose we’ll have to work on that, babe, as we hike.



they got to foolin around on the hike
                                      slipped their minds
1203,  Sunday,  16  1. 22
1328,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  19  1. 22
a trouble of barflies


they always had candid conversationsprided themselves on honesty brutally honest in his case Max was gentle but that was because he tried to not hurt anyones feelings

You should be kinder.

Kinder gets ya wasted time

Wasted time?

Certainly things can be identifieddistilled to their discrete parts quickly agreedisagree  I cut to the chase more often than not people prefer to drag their feet  impatiently I cut to the quick end the kerfuffle

Kerfuffle. Haven’t heard that word in a long time. Sounds like a sweet dessert.
                                                                                   At least you recognise you’re impatient.
I become impatient when people drag their feet 
                                                  Otherwise I can be patient
                                                                             Youve seen that
I have.

Yes Ya don drag your feet

I do not, but then you usually bring me around . quickly . . present yourself . concisely; leave little wiggle room.

Thanks Max

You’re welcome.

                    So what have you heard from your girlfriend?

Radio silence
               Seems lots of women in my life have gone radio silent

Perhaps because you allo NO . no . . provide them room, their space.

Thats a no-brainer

I wouldn’t say that, I have trouble when people go silent on me.

Theyre working their way through things Why would we interrupt  That would be rude

I’m sure I could help.

If they wanted your help theyd ask


So how do you step back, restrain yourself?

Knock on woodI cant remember a time I felt compelled to restrain myself
                                                                            I believe no news is good news
No news is no news.

 Ouch
         I think you hurt my lone feeling
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