In true Gemini fashion, my husband can yap on and on and on about just about anything.
One sleepless night, I was treated to his impromptu outline of a 30 minute discourse on the paint on the walls. What's that rattle noise the car is making? Why, let him theorize. The difference between sneakers and athletic shoes? He's all over it. The other day I was treated to a 10 minute reminiscence/monologue/dissertation on the use of those old school stick on the windshield compasses.
Sometimes his charms overwhelm me.