“You’re a Curmudgeon”

By kiki

Last night as Connie and I were sitting up in bed we started going back and forth over nothing important. But at some point our give and take started to get heated and she started getting annoyed, I could see it on her face, and her eyes told me that I was not doing right by her, I do have to admit I can be annoying at times, like when I talk too much without making any sense.

“You’re a curmudgeon” Connie yelled at me

“A what?”

“A curmudgeon” she replied

“What the heck is a curmudgeon, and how the heck do you pronounce and spell it? Spell it out for me so I can look it up in my pocket dictionary” I asked her

“c-u-r-m-u-d-g-e-o-n” she very scholarly spelled it out for me

I took out my pocket dictionary and punched in the word, and the tiny dictionary told me that I am a “bad-tempered old man” really? And all the time I thought I was a cool dude!

“Hey, where did you get that word, you been reading behind my back or have you been talking to my friend Phil Rice? Now Phil would know that word” I was now mumbling

“Y' know how you always like to say ‘I ain’t squawking’? Well, I ain’t squawking!”

“That doesn't sound too scholarly, dear” that was the only thing that popped in my mind to say to her as a fast comeback

“Curmudgeon,” she said as she popped her head on her pillow, and with that, she was in dreamland.