Tuesday, June 09, 2009
Sitting on the front porch (or sometimes even in the back yard) Anne and I hear snippets of the conversations of the people that walk or run by. Sometimes these are interesting. Sometimes sad. Sometimes funny. Last night we were in the back yard and I heard a conversation approaching. As this couple ran by the only thing I heard was the man saying, "How the hell was I supposed to know what you're feeling?!" So stereotypical!
Posted by Melodie Booton at 9:32 AM