Husband used to get pretty frustrated with me because I often didn't hear him. He has a deep, low voice. I said 'what' so often it became one of the words our African Gray said with some frequency. When I would give my ears a rest by taking out my hearing aids, husband would fuss at me to wear them so he didn't have to repeat himself.
It has evened out now that he doesn't want to wear glasses all the time and needs me to read things to him...like how long to cook something and what temp to preheat the oven to. Now I get to tell him to give up and wear his damn glasses.
It has evened out now that he doesn't want to wear glasses all the time and needs me to read things to him...like how long to cook something and what temp to preheat the oven to. Now I get to tell him to give up and wear his damn glasses.
“If you are the smartest person in the room, then you are in the wrong room.” — Confucius
