'I think that I shall never seeeeeeeeeeee ...a poem lovely as a treeee,' I trilled away merrily as I was dusting.
'I bet everyone wishes they could sing like me, don't you think, George?'
He didn't look up.
'George! I said I bet ...'
'Wait a minute,' he said, sitting up, 'let me take my ear-plugs out then I can hear what you're saying.'
Harsh, George. That's harsh. 'Just for that I'm going to make you move so I can hoover the rug instead of hoovering around you.'
3 comments:
Hahaha!
LOL We have George beat!
Here, we are both hard-of-hearing. So we can always "beg off," of having heard something, with that excuse.
And since we are both this way, one can't be mad at the other, for "using" it.
>,-)
Yes , but do you really want him to join in ?
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