(Little old lady still smack-talking from across the house. No idea what she’s s

(Little old lady still smack-talking from across the house. No idea what she’s saying. Probably something about the mess she made of her self eating the ribs I made for dinner. Me: “You keep talking to yourself we’re gonna put you in a home.”. Her: “Ha. Put you in a home with padded walls and a jacket first.” More mumbling. See? I suffer constant verbal assault from a cocky rotund 5′ Weeble, on an O2 leash. Every once in a while I sing “Weeeeebles wobble, but they don’t fall down …. (yet).” lol )