Mostly Six Five Oh

By nhc

After dinner conversations with Naboo.

He often likes to jump up on the table after supper, probably hopeful for something tasty that I've forgotten to clear, this evening all that was left were some figs, and half a tomato from the salad.  The champagne was what was left from our 19th wedding anniversary celebrations over the weekend.

Hubby: All that's left is salad, sorry Naboo.
Naboo: Raaawr!
Hubby: Salad.
Naboo: Raaawr!

It can go on like this for quite a while.  It's pretty funny.

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