Me, too! |
So I'm not saying a thing. Who knew it would be such hard work? I'm exhausted from trying to project my every need, telepathically. What fun is kvetching if no one can hear you? And, just between us, kvetching loses its impact when written down. Friendly demands fall on deaf ears when delivered via text message. "Is it too much to ask for chicken soup?" doesn't carry the same weight on a notepad. "What part of 'I'm out of throat lozenges' didn't you understand?" doesn't pack the same wallop on a post-it. "I'm stilling waiting for that eff'n tea" looks weak when worn on a sign around my neck. But don't worry. I'm sure my voice will return any day now. Till then, I'll make faces, I'll gesticulate, I'll play Charades, I'll hire a skywriter to convey my simple requests: "Would it kill you to do your own laundry?" I'll suffer in silence, with my customary dignity and grace. For I am the SJG. I have a reputation to uphold.
Are you telling us it's physically impossible to whine on paper?
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ReplyDeleteDr. Mick,whining on paper strains your vocal chords. xx
ReplyDeleteAnd John, xx