I initially named this little blog post “ditty”:
At the Top of OUR Lungs
but upon second thought, felt I needed to emphasize the “vent” impact that it intends to have.
You see, venting has been passed down through the generations of my people & currently flows through my veins.
But it’s not just simple venting; the “vent” has to be carried out just the “right” way, in my book of life, in order to elicit maximal effect.
So without further ado,
here is my simple vent-commentary, delivered in straight forward quotes of how things went down
(minimal context needed)
Me, at top of my lungs:
“Come and unpack your suitcase RIGHT NOW!”
“Get back here this second, you didn’t clean it all out!”
“Where are you putting that laundry? Get it into that laundry chute!”
“Stop throwing clothes everywhere, make it tidy!”
“Stop hurling basketball-shirts at each other, I want you to finish this!”
“Did you brush your teeth? Go brush your teeth NOW!”
“Did you floss ’em?”
“Turn off those lights after you leave a room!”
My husband, at top of his lungs:
“Good night! Come and give me a hug and a kiss..”
BTW, true story. All while he’s nestled comfortably in our bed.
Apparently hubby’s going for this: