late night conversations

Last night just before falling asleep I pulled out a piece of paper and jotted down the most hysterical conversation Mr. Kaos and I have ever had. HILARIOUS. We’re funny people. I intended to share it with all of you today, to lighten and brighten your lives…

The problem?

Things that seem funny late at night while watching a repeat of the Colbert Report are not as funny at 9:54 AM.

They just aren’t… but none the less here you go

MK: Who’s being the bionic woman?

CK: Some chick.

At this point there was laughter so ruckus and loud the cats stared at us like we were idiots. I see now they’re kind of right.

But really? The sad thing?

This is the time of night when Mr. Kaos and I do our most serious talking. When we sit back and reminisce about our earlier years. When we dream about our long future together. When we mercilessly mock those who have found themselves on our bad side. What would these sweet, loving, romantic and vengeful conversations sound like at 9:54 AM?

3 thoughts on “late night conversations

  1. mielikki says:

    Late night discussions are the best, and they usually do not make sense in the light of day. I’ve made some of the best decisions of my life during late night talks. Of course, lately those talks have been with myself. . . sigh.

  2. Daveman says:

    That is the thing that sucks about being single.., not having that other person to endulge in fun, serious, blausay and “lets pick on so and so” type conversations. Oh.., and the deep meaningful stuff too. :-)

  3. Life As I Know It says:

    We’ve learned never to make any important decisions (any decisions for that matter) at night. Because we see our stupidity much clearer in the light of day.

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