Jibber Jabber

Background: Liz and I have yet to formally meet our across the hall neighbors who look to be in their mid-20's as well. We've just had the occasional passing in the hallways with a smile or 'hi' every now and then.

It's been two months and that's the extent of our convo's so when I heard them outside our door last night, I decided it would be a good time to casually introduce myself. Boy, was I wrong.

Me: Alright, I'm gunna go 'take the trash out.'

Liz: Your mouth is blue.

(She was of course referencing the popsicle I had an hour earlier. Damn, I lose again, I thought. Hopefully, it won't be another two months until we meet again).