She's Talking Again

I sit on my body ball, bounce my stomach flab away, and chat up a storm with the DNB.

"Oh my gosh, there was this hilarious lady on the bus today," I tell him. Bounce. Bounce. "Which reminds me, I need to switch from the monthly bus pass to the stored value kind. Oh, I hope you emailed to request that week off in May. I want to buy my plane ticket. The thing about planes is that yes, you get there faster, but you also have to spend forever waiting at the airport."

And then I mention something about "our conversation." His and mine.

The DNB looks over at me with a sort of pained husbandly expression and goes, "Yeah. We're not conversing. You're talking."

As if all this wasn't fun for him too.