If I’m listening to music here at work, I’ll naturally take my headphones off when I notice someone entering my cubicle. There is one woman who, when she enters, waits until she sees that she’s got my attention, then starts talking. Which is pointless because at that point I’m just taking the headphones off. I hear a lot of the second half of sentences out of that woman. She’s kind and not at all obnoxious, but I’m not sure she understands what these contraptions are that the younger folks wear on their heads these days.
Well, I say younger folks, but how much of a younger folks am I any more? Today my wife turns Thirty-four. If she’s that long in the tooth, how much the hell older does that make me?
Happy Birthday, Mrs The Fyd!
I know who you’re talking about.
Love, your old wife.