Originally Posted by KathyAire
How many do we get to tell?
My sewing room and computer is upstairs. Keith comes to the steps and says 'what are you doing'? I told him a million times, if I'm upstairs, I'm either on the computer or doing something that involves quilts and it doesn't matter which one it is, so why do you ask?
I can't stand for him to ask stupid questions, like 'where is that ice cream you bought today'? I answer 'it's in the oven'. Since he is a native Texan and I'm originally from Pennsylvania, he tells me 'you have a smart Yankee mouth'. I tell him 'maybe so, but I know where the ice cream is'.
Oh my Gawd ---- I LOVE this one (and I get "smart ass mouth" and am also from Pennsylvania ......).