In Which I Find Myself Quite Amusing...
but my daughter does not.
Searching one of my three desks (that could be the problem right there) yesterday morning, I blurted out, “I don’t even know where the checkbook for that account is.” Seeing the quizzical look on my daughter’s face, I added, “Oh, I’m just talking to myself.”
“You’re talking pretty loud for someone who’s talking to herself.”
“I’m deaf."
Then I proceeded to laugh hysterically. She, however, did not find me nearly as amusing.
Searching one of my three desks (that could be the problem right there) yesterday morning, I blurted out, “I don’t even know where the checkbook for that account is.” Seeing the quizzical look on my daughter’s face, I added, “Oh, I’m just talking to myself.”
“You’re talking pretty loud for someone who’s talking to herself.”
“I’m deaf."
Then I proceeded to laugh hysterically. She, however, did not find me nearly as amusing.
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Kids. Someday they'll appreciate just how funny we are, won't they?