Blue Monday. Singing the blues. Feeling blue. True blue. Blue blood. Black and blue. Blue collar. Blue blazes. Out of the blue.
Talking a blue streak until blue in the face can make one blue.
“What do you mean?” says my Hubster dearest while I am in mid sentence.
“What? What do you mean ‘What do you mean?’” I ask quizzically, my specific verbal goal flashing quickly away as I struggle to recall my immediate past comment.
“What does that mean?” continues Hubby, staring at a point just past my left shoulder.
I turn around to look. There is a potted shrub, a nicely painted wall accented with a chair rail and wainscoting. No clue as to what he is referring to.
“What are you asking about?” I respond, realizing that we are basically mimicking each other. I hold up a hand.
“Yes?” says Steve, as if calling on a student. Granted, he was teaching a class last night, so his professorship was probably coloring his demeanor at the moment.
“Okay, can we stop for a minute? I was just asking that when you are being tired and grumpy with Kidlet, who was equally tired and grumpy at that moment, I would prefer you to talk with me first about your expectations for his completion of chores. Now you want to know what that means?” I was struggling as how to explain it differently.
“No! What did you mean?” snaps The Hubster, now growing agitated.
“Sweetie, I can’t tell you what I meant unless you repeat whatever I said so I know what it is you didn’t understand!”
“Well, that’s stupid! Don’t you remember your own words?” grouses Hubby.
“Please humor me and tell me what I said that has you stumped. Please?” I am now at a total loss as to what it could be.
“Once in a blue moon! You said that Kidlet is only grumpy once in a blue moon! Don’t you recall?” Color is mounting in Steve’s face and neck, an immediate indication that his blood pressure is rising.
“Oh, that?” I laugh, which doesn’t seem to make my spouse any happier. “It’s when there is a second full moon in a month, which very seldom happens. It just means ‘seldom’.”
Steve snorts as he throws down his napkin and prepares to depart the dining table.
“Why didn’t you just say that to begin with? Why do you waste so many words?” Abruptly he turns and stomps off.
I gaze at his hasty retreat off into the wild blue yonder.
Whoops! I did it again. Oh, well, never mind – lol…