I was scurrying around the house Friday morning trying to gather up a few last minute items for mine and Blair’s trip to Aunt Linnie’s – via Atlanta for a hearing test, which was the reason for my scurrying.
Brad: You got the machine? (nebulizer)
Brad: You got the adaptor? (for the car)
Brad: You got the temperature gauge? (huh?)
Me: The thermometer?
Brad: You know what I meant.
Me: Yes, dear, I have a thermometer.
It’s in his blood; he can’t help it.