My husband comes out of his office and says, “We say, “what?” I don’t even know how to properly write that. This was in response to my blog about anniversaries.
So, really, we don’t run around every hour saying, “what?” But seriously, if the washer, dryer, furnace, dog barking, bread machine, toilet flushing, neighbor mowing, faucet running, if any of those conditions exist, we say, “what?” I trace this hearing loss to Star Wars in theaters and that amazingly loud prelude to Dolby sound.
I was considering this loss of hearing, and quite frankly, thought that I am horribly happy to continue turning up the volume on my favorite songs! I just can’t NOT turn up the volume, open all the windows on the car, and sing! (Unless I’m on the interstate.)
It’s probably a miracle my ear still hears, “what?”