Cause I's wicked,-I is, I's mighty wicked, anyhow, I can't help it,

Harriet Breecher Stowe-

Uncle Tom's Cabin


Sunday, October 7, 2007

Clatter bone

Rita's mouth runs faster than a 'clatter bone in a goose's ass'. That saying is one I learned from her. She knows many of these old sayings, this one she can't explain. But it means that the one referred to talks alot. I swear she does not stop talking. I can hear voice when I'm outside, upstairs or in the basement. I wonder what in the hell she has to say. How can someone continue to talk non stop?

She had angioplasty with stents put in a few years ago. I was there she never slept, she talked non-stop in the recovery room and all through the halls to her overnight room.

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