A/N: It's been a while people! –Bloo :D

"A raging Wifey is scary…but a silent Wifey is scarier. WAY scarier." –Wifey about me

Start Talking Again

The walk to Phillip's car was silent.

Thank God. Phi didn't think she could take any more of his inane, abhorrent, flat out retarded thoughts spoken aloud. If she heard any more, she would be in a straitjacket by supper.

Two minutes to walk to the car then an hour drive home.

Sixty-two minutes of silence.

God was with her today.

Sixty-two minutes.

Sixty-two of them!

Phi could scream. No, no she couldn't.

That would break the delicious silence.

The delicious, contemplative, lovely, decadent—

Phi halted the Bugatti Veyron that was her mind and slammed it into reverse.

Contemplative?

A contemplative Phillip?

A contemplative, lovely, decadent, delicious Phillip?

Oh no. A silent Phillip meant that contemplation would surely be talking place, which would lead to more silence, which would lead to more contemplating, which lead to whatever dastardly plan he was thinking of becoming more diabolical, which lead to—

The Bugatti got its brakes slammed and it squealed in protest.

Phillip? Contemplating?

Phi nearly died with mental laughter.

As if Phillip had the brain cells needed to CONTEMPLATE!

There was no way. Just no way.

…right?

"Hey, Phillip, you mind talking again?"