I live with a man who wastes words. I mean it. He's a big word waster. I tell him there are people in third world nations who would just love to have those words. How does one waste words, you ask?
By telling me he has a dentist appointment at 2PM....PM, like I thought he might be going in the early morning.
He tells me when it's raining outside. Yes, he includes "outside" in the event I might think it's raining in our living room.
Sometimes I don't mind when he wastes words. Like when he tells me he loves me...very much. :)
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