Clearly by amount of words I use in my blog, I've not learned (nor care to learn) how to talk in black and white on a regular basis.
I will forever want to twirl around in a pretty, pretty dress and talk in pretty, pretty colors.
My women folk will hear me, but people like my husband will hear whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...
Oh no, this is real - I've practiced both methods of "speak". I've had a conversation (with my husband) in "man speak" using very (very, very) few words & then I've had a full conversation.
During my actual conversation, I chatted away and then noted the far away look in his eyes where his thoughts probably drifted from, I'm hungry, to I think I'll wash the car, to should I mow the lawn, to Ooh look - cleavage.
Um, I didn't - but thanks for playing.
Frustrating, yes - wrong, no.
It's just one of the many differences between men & women.
If not, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh....
If I've lost you somewhere around cleavage - Food ready.
Have a colorful day!
Thank you for reading my blog.