I was busy switching the clothes from the washer to the dryer when I heard it. A quiet, little, crackly kind of sound. I froze. No sound. I tried to reassure myself it was nothing. Certainly not a mouse. Went back to the task at hand, pivoting from one appliance to the other. There it was again. Crackle crackle. Oh no. This time there was no denying the noise. I stopped. It did, too.
I am mentally running through the possibilities. A mouse, a bat, a rat--dear me, we'll have to burn the house down. (I lean towards the dramatic. Sometimes.)
That's when it hits me.
The sound. It isn't coming from a rodent. It's coming from me. My ankles. Every time I moved, my ankles crinkled and crackled. Well isn't this wonderful? Hello, thirty. I didn't think you were coming until May.
4 comments:
That is too funny...I was sure it would be a mouse!!
Too funny....are you wishing it had been a mouse?!!
aaaahhhh hahahahahahah! Good one.
30? I remember that age. 20 years ago this coming April. I'd like to encourage you by saying, "Enjoy the crackling now...it gets worse."
:o) Blessings...
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