One night while my husband and I were preparing to sleep, I blurted out…
Me: I have tsismis!
Him: (Looks at me with a big question mark) What’s that cheese mess?
Me: TSISMIS! Remember you’re tsismoso?
He denies it to death so I changed the topic and closed my eyes to sleep. Suddenly I felt a whisper in my ear.
Him: Hun, tell me. What’s the tsismis?
Oh yes, he relentlessly pleaded until I spilled the information.
The next day.
Him: Where were you?
Me: I was talking to the guards (in our building).
Him: (With a very firm tone) I told you not to stay there and talk to them for hours.
Me: It’s not hours, just 45 minutes.
Him: I said no.
Me: Ok then, I won’t tell you the tsismis.
Him: (Change tone to very friendly) What’s the tsismis? What did the guard say? Come on, tell me fast!
My husband is so tsismoso.