As if there was much doubt about it, we nailed it down tonight. Our house is LOUD.
After a late supper we fired up the Skype machine and chatted with the cousins in Missouri and North Carolina, then called my mom to wish her a happy birthday. Apparently there’s a gene in the female side of our family that increases the volume during communication over the airwaves.
Kim’s a loud-talker on the cellular telephone–always has been, always will be. I’ve gotten to the point that I can laugh about it now, but I used to offer to open the door or a window and simply have her shout to her sister in Missouri, thus saving her minutes. I’m helpful like that. She’s oblivious to her volume level, but those of us around her are not.
It turns out that Lilly shares that same gene. I don’t know if she simply gets excited or what, but her volume level gets jacked when she’s skyping with the cousins. Sadie and Annabelle might escape the curse, but I’m pretty sure that darling Josie is going to be loud, too. Oh well, they’re having fun, and at least we won’t have to bother telling the neighbors what we did tonight…
loud and loving it…
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