To Know SP . . .

(That's him in the tent) (-:

 . . . is to know that he has a wonderful gift of gab.  I know, sometimes the kids and I have to wait a little longer than we'd like after coffee time at church, but overall, love the verbosity.  He's great to bring to a party because he knows everyone and loves to talk to them.  At the house we're never really at a loss for words, always something to chat about (whether calm or riled up (-:).  Which is why I got a kick out of the dialogue I'm about to post, simple, to the point and with all the comfort of having been together 15 years (married for 14 1/2 of them):

ME: I think I might finish my book tonight.

SP:  Did she swim to Antarctica? 

ME:  Yep.

SP:  She cold?

Me:  Yep.

SP:  Oh.

(-:

This is the book I finished recently.  I love biographies/autobiographies (they're my "reality t.v.").  This one has completely motivated me to STOP WHINING about how cold my swims are next summer when I start swimming outside at 5:45a.m.