This morning , while listening to my wife talk, I realized I hear "the wind beneath my wings" Sound's great.
Eating a meal with another couple and listening to his wife talking, I heard "the sand in my scrambled eggs". Sounds grate.
Her husband seemed happy enough, though. Different yolks for different folks, I guess.
(Not that I always want wind beneath my wings... makes it hard to land and just hang out.)
Earl
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Really? When I hear other mens' wives talk, I hear "I used to love her, but I had to kill her."
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