My ears were assaulted one mid morning by a neighborhood
weed-whacker; one of those high pitched mosquitoes on steroids. I endured for an hour and then sent Phin to
investigate how much longer the job was looking. If they still had half a lawn to do, we would
have to vacate the neighborhood. He ran
into the bathroom to get his hat and came out with the true culprit. It was not a neighborhood weed-whacker
disturbing my peace and threatening my sanity, but my own toothbrush run
amok. This battery operated device had
spontaneously turned on and was giving the insides of my cupboard a good
scrub. I guess the battery was not as
dead as I thought – though it was now definitely time to get a new toothbrush.
No comments:
Post a Comment