I’m in the kitchen, rinsing dishes and loading them into the dishwasher. I turn around to check the countertops in the kitchen and make sure I didn’t miss anything…and glance down in the process. Gah!!
“SPIDER! SPIDER! SPIDER!”
Dave comes running in from the living room, glancing around wildly.
“There! There!” I point to the floor, hopping backwards just in case it decides to jump at me. (Spiders are unpredictable and I can’t stand them…can you tell?)
Dave takes care of the spider problem, then turns to me and says:
“I thought you said FIRE.”
We go through this a lot, since we both have hearing loss, and even after 10 years of misunderstandings, it still cracks us up!
Dave went on to say that he couldn’t figure out why I was being so calm about a fire in the kitchen. I said, “Calm?! I was screaming!” I guess maybe I’m not as loud as I think I am! 🙂
Then he also pointed out that he couldn’t figure out how I managed to create a fire in the dishwasher.
All I can say is, if he ever loses all of his hearing and can’t hear me screaming when I see a spider, he’s going to need a pager or something so I can buzz him whenever I need him to do Spider Duty!** ::shudder::
** He saves them, BTW. He actually likes them, so unless he deems them dangerous or poisonous ::double shudder:: he puts them outside.