Saturday, March 20, 2010

The Wind

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.)


1 comment:

  1. Really? When I hear other mens' wives talk, I hear "I used to love her, but I had to kill her."