Feeding the cat

The last couple of blogs have been real "Huh?"s.  This one is more understandable.  By the way.  In Donna's defense on that last one,  she was anticipating what he was going to say as he was on his way to the outdoor trash can and he always asks which can goes out the night before scheduled pick ups.  Excuses. excuses!

Donna was feeding the new kitten, Sheba.  Mick was trying to figure out what he was hearing and asked, "Is she eating?"   Donna exclaimed, "She's gobbling!"  Mick looking quizzical asked, "She's eating a dog one?"

trash bowling

Mick was walking toward the trash cans and made the comment, "Is tonight the night Rick has off for bowling?"  Donna replied from around the corner, "The recycle barrel goes out tonight."  HUH?

Golf tomorrow?

Donna was out on the patio walking Ginger.  From inside she heard Mick say, "I work and play golf tomorrow."  Those who know Mick, know this isn't quite right.  As she reentered the house, Donna asked him to repeat what he had said.  He replied, "Does Tiger Woods play golf anymore?"

Huh?

Usually our misunderstandings have an understandable ring, some are just big "HUH"s.  This morning's was one of those.  Donna was looking out the window facing away from Mickey and listening to a bird trilling away.  She said, "I think that is a thrasher."  He puzzled, "What, fried san sum?"  Make sense of that one!

Shopping list

Donna was making out a shopping list.  She asked Mick if she needed to add whiskey.  From the next room he asked with a tone of hope, "What, you're feeling frisky?"

Mick and Donna have both been noticing a decline in our hearing acuity. One of us will say something and the other will comment, "I'm sure this is not what you said, but this is what I heard. Some are really funny (at least to us) and we thought others might enjoy a laugh at our expense. Let us know what you think and feel free to add your own similar stories.

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We have been walking our little long haired dachshund , Ginger in the evenings. Donna and Ginger walk while Mick rides his red scooter. We were walking the other evening and as it was getting darker Mick asked, "Can you see my tail lights?". Donna answered, "Yes, and your head lights, too." Mick then quipped, "I don't have head lice!"