I was talking to The Doktah on the phone when The Husband walked into the room with a tissue in his hand. As he started to blow his nose, The Doktah was mid-sentence, and I heard, “…so then I HONNKKKKSCHHNOORRRRFFUURRRRRGLE on the kid.”
“Can you repeat that?” I asked her. “I missed some of that because The Husband was blowing his nose.”
“That was The Husband?” The Doktah gasped. It was so loud, she had assumed that I had rudely blown my nose right in her ear.
Yes, it’s when The Husband has a cold that I wish we had TiVo, if only for the rewinding-live-TV feature.
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