Nigel and my kids say that I love yelling.
For the record, I don't love yelling. Just because I do something a lot doesn't mean I love it.
Every time I yell, I hear the little Dr. Phil that lives in the back of my head asking, "So, how's that working for you?"
Not well.
Maybe I should've given up yelling for lent. Instead, I gave up snitching chocolates from the candy bowl at work whenever I turn in my paperwork to the office.
I'm convinced that I don't yell. I'm just a passionate loud talker.
5 comments:
I found out how much I need to yell everyday when I lost my voice to the flu/anthrax this month.
It stunk.
I yell a lot, apparently.
I thought the candy bowl was looking unusually full! :)
AZUCAR -- you, yell? I don't believe it. Why would you ever yell?
SUZIQ -- yeah, your mother kids me about it every time I go in there.
I haven't heard you from my house. I say yell a little louder.
GEO -- we had this lady that lived next to us that would scream in Chinese at the top of her lungs to her kids (she had three boys all one year apart -- who wouldn't scream?). One day, Frances says to me, "I can speak Chinese" and then started yelling like crazy. Too funny.
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