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

Harriet Breecher Stowe-

Uncle Tom's Cabin


Showing posts with label Clatter bone. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Clatter bone. Show all posts

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.