I Can't Feel My Toes

Anyone could tell you that I ask too many questions. It's to the point where it's just a part of me. My family could spend an hour trading stories about my "questions". It's funny, I guess.

Me: Is it ok if the dog sleeps in my room?

TK: Yep.

Me: Are you going to shut off all the lights before you go to bed?

TK: Yep.

Me: I forgot to cover Sammy's food bowl. Can you do it?

TK: Yep.

Me: And I'm going to set my alarm to take the trash out, okay?

TK: Yep.

Me: Do you mind if I put my clothes in the dryer?

TK: OH MY GOD. GO AHEAD.

Me: What?!

TK: Molly, I love you to death but you ask so many questions...

Me: I know, I know. I'm sorry. Goodnight!

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Mom: [puts on her shoes]

Me: Where are you going?

Mom: Nowhere....

Me: Why are you putting your shoes on then?

Mom: Do always have to ask so many questions?

Me: Yes!

Mom: [picks up her phone]

Me: Who are you texting?

Mom: Go awayyy!!!!

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Me: Where are we going?

KC: I'm not sure yet.

Me: Are we meeting up with anyone?

KC: I don't know yet.

Me: When will you know?

KC: You're joking right?

Me: No, I just like to have a plan and make sure I don't end up in pieces in some back alley in Boston.

The only reason I brought this up is because DM said this to me last night, that I ask too many questions. I just laughed because he's not the first person who has told me this. Oh well :) My family knows that I talk a lot and ask tons of questions and they tease me about it most days. Haha. Usually when I tell my Dad about how my day is going, he asks me where my iPod is. Very subtle, Dad.

Alrighty. Adios.