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hearing aids and bunnies
Feb. 9th, 2006 09:18 pmI'm thinking that I either need to buy M a hearing aid, or perhaps we are headed for rocky ground and he's just trying to cover up his true feelings with supposed mis-hearings.
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We are driving along, and I am singing along to the CD in the player. M leans over and turns it way down, in manner of someone trying to hear if the car is making a noise.
"Did you not like my singing?" I tease him. Dear folks in the audience, I cannot carry a tune in a bucket but I like to sing along, and M always tells me that it sounds good. He is lying, of course, but he has never admitted to doing so because we are shmooey like that.
"Eh, not my favorite," he replies.
Silence on my part, until he asks me which CD it is in the player and I make him repeat what he thought I had said--which was, of course, "did you not like my CD?"
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We are on the phone today, and M is outside of his place of hellish employment when I hear a girl's voice in the background. He responds in a joking fashion, and I say, "Quit flirting!" because I am.. well, a little looney. Imagine my surprise when he immediately said "No!" in that I-don't-have-to sort of way. Alrighty then, I guess he told me! ;) He claims that he thought I said "Are you flirting?" I am not so sure..
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Third example: lost to the passage of time since I decided this afternoon that I was going to post about it. I had to ask M what the second one was and I sure don't remember the third. If neither of the above were amusing, then you may rest assured that the last one would have been hilarious. With diamonds and gold trim on it. Also, bunnies.
Speaking of bunnies... When I was in second grade, I was in Mrs. Johnson's class. On Friday afternoons, we would have an arts and crafts session, and just before Easter, we made bunnies out of paper plates and construction paper. We traced patterns for the parts and then cut out the eyes, nose, whiskers, etc and then glued them on. I was always quick at finishing all my assignments, so it was no surprise when I was the first to raise my hand to show the teacher my completed bunny. When she came over, she looked at my beautiful white bunny and then that nasty lady LAUGHED AT ME. "Kisha, this bunny doesn't have any EARS!" she said, viciously, and then I probably cried because, she was right, I forgot to put ears on my bunny. It was a very pretty bunny anyway, even if she ridiculed its baldness. And thus, the first time anyone ever told me "Oh, I'm not laughing AT you, I'm laughing WITH you" was that terrible, traumatic day in second grade, when I forgot to put some stupid ole ears on my bunny. Who wants ears on their stinking bunny anyway?
My husband thinks that story is adorable. Unfortunately, he thinks it is so adorable that he has to keep bringing it up. And do you know what does every time he mentions it? Yes, folks, HE LAUGHS AT ME. It is just like second grade all over again! Only without any arts and crafts sessions on Friday afternoons or weekly trips to the library. Drat.
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We are driving along, and I am singing along to the CD in the player. M leans over and turns it way down, in manner of someone trying to hear if the car is making a noise.
"Did you not like my singing?" I tease him. Dear folks in the audience, I cannot carry a tune in a bucket but I like to sing along, and M always tells me that it sounds good. He is lying, of course, but he has never admitted to doing so because we are shmooey like that.
"Eh, not my favorite," he replies.
Silence on my part, until he asks me which CD it is in the player and I make him repeat what he thought I had said--which was, of course, "did you not like my CD?"
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We are on the phone today, and M is outside of his place of hellish employment when I hear a girl's voice in the background. He responds in a joking fashion, and I say, "Quit flirting!" because I am.. well, a little looney. Imagine my surprise when he immediately said "No!" in that I-don't-have-to sort of way. Alrighty then, I guess he told me! ;) He claims that he thought I said "Are you flirting?" I am not so sure..
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Third example: lost to the passage of time since I decided this afternoon that I was going to post about it. I had to ask M what the second one was and I sure don't remember the third. If neither of the above were amusing, then you may rest assured that the last one would have been hilarious. With diamonds and gold trim on it. Also, bunnies.
Speaking of bunnies... When I was in second grade, I was in Mrs. Johnson's class. On Friday afternoons, we would have an arts and crafts session, and just before Easter, we made bunnies out of paper plates and construction paper. We traced patterns for the parts and then cut out the eyes, nose, whiskers, etc and then glued them on. I was always quick at finishing all my assignments, so it was no surprise when I was the first to raise my hand to show the teacher my completed bunny. When she came over, she looked at my beautiful white bunny and then that nasty lady LAUGHED AT ME. "Kisha, this bunny doesn't have any EARS!" she said, viciously, and then I probably cried because, she was right, I forgot to put ears on my bunny. It was a very pretty bunny anyway, even if she ridiculed its baldness. And thus, the first time anyone ever told me "Oh, I'm not laughing AT you, I'm laughing WITH you" was that terrible, traumatic day in second grade, when I forgot to put some stupid ole ears on my bunny. Who wants ears on their stinking bunny anyway?
My husband thinks that story is adorable. Unfortunately, he thinks it is so adorable that he has to keep bringing it up. And do you know what does every time he mentions it? Yes, folks, HE LAUGHS AT ME. It is just like second grade all over again! Only without any arts and crafts sessions on Friday afternoons or weekly trips to the library. Drat.
