Verbal Diarhea
This is the father of Martha - aka Dave. I feel the need to
report out on how my Daughter has been spewing verbal diarhea all over
the kitchen for the last hour. I can only imagine the vast
quantities of coffee, tea and chocolate that she consumed today to put
her in this state - at least I hope that's what she consumed. The
scene in our kitchen when I arrive home after a long hard day at work
is not what I imagined when I was growing up in the 50s. The
children are not clean, they are not quiet, and my wife does not greet
me at the door with a martini. The world is going to hell.
What can you do? If only Martha would stop talking for 5
minutes. Sigh. Some day she'll go away to college and we'll
miss her - I'm sure - but sometimes...
(I'm Martha Upshaw Preston and I have approved this message)
(I'm Martha Upshaw Preston and I have approved this message)