Monday, March 18, 2013

Overheard in the Smallest Room...

The time is yesterday afternoon. The scene is Roseholme Cottage interior.

I am finishing getting ready to leave, and have the sink running in the smallest room. Bobbi is moving about in the dining room. She says something that I struggle to parse over the white noise...
RX: "While we're out, I need to ǥάѕ ϯћє ᴌᴓѕҿѓӎѳҍїӏє цҏ."

Me: "You... what? You 'need to jack that geezer up'?"

12 comments:

staghounds said...

That's right, come up off that walker, old man.

New Jovian Thunderbolt said...

Change my pitch up

Jack my geezer up...

John said...

oh heck...most old geezers would like that...if they could remember why.

ProudHillbilly said...

Stuff like that sometimes make me wonder at the strange way our brains put sounds together.

Anonymous said...

Those Rorschach tests are practically a Freudian slip, aren't they, Tam?

jf

Cybrludite said...

"You was definitely in the right. That geezer was cruising for a
bruising!"

Kristophr said...

Gopher Tuna!

Anonymous said...

Jack that hacker up!

Critter said...

oh yeah! it'd take both of ye t' jack ME up!

Old NFO said...

LOL, I have those problems EVERY day...

Mark/GreyLocke said...

What font is that? I think I'd like to start talking in it to my kids. Maybe then they'd slow down enough I could understand what they are saying.

Rabbit said...

They make a gel for that now.