To Make a Long Story Short

I asked about her family. She started to say “to make a long story short. her story went on and on and on There was a barn, a country road, a duck pond. It rambled and ambled, My eyes were scrambled. It was my third yawn. She reiterated “to make a long story short”. I was fighting the fight but my eyes were closing. This was the most boringest boring speaker I had ever heard talk aloud. I was snoring soundly the third time I heard her say, “to make a long story short.” The next time I will ask her to please make a short story long or... I will simply run screaming in the opposite direction.