Or If I went deaf today.
Steph was in the other room while I was in the office nursing a sore back.
I heard a bang. Then a small clank. Followed by another bang. I called out and asked her what she was going and she said,” hapojuhjdING alkshfdaS.” BANG. Clink.
I asked, “Flashing brands?” (Maybe some new fad?)
“ No, aljkhdyhasING ikjhdasS” BANG. Clink.
“Ummmm, Brushing Chads?” (Why not a few years ago hanging, pregnant and dimpled chads were all the rage.)
“No, lskdfayING kjdfghaS” BANG. Clink.
“Washing your hands?” (I was picturing her washing her hands with a sledge hammer.)
“No, akjhdfnING chaywenyas.” BANG. Clink.
So I gave up.BANG. Clink.BANG. Clink.BANG. Clink.BANG. Clink. BANG. Clink.
I finally called her in the office.
“What are you doing?” (Evidently by placing them on the floor and stomping them.)
“Well, you had too many beer cans to fit in the can can (the can we put empty aluminum cans in) and I didn't feel like going outside to empty it.”