If I was a Happy Bunny logo, I’m sure it would be “I just don’t listen.” Tim would agree with me, I’ve no doubt.
On an unrelated note, I really like the sound of windshield wipers. And we’re not talking about windshield wipers scraping angrily across a dry windshield. I find the normal swishing sound made in rainy weather oddly comforting. It brings memories of family vacations and long car rides while singing at the top of my lungs with friends. I was in a taxi today and the driver ran them to clean off the glass. Suddenly I was no longer sitting in the back of a cab whose driver, I’m convinced, did not have an actual driver’s license, but in my parent’s mini-van, listening to head phones to drone out the annoying complaints of my brother’s “How much longer?” and counting the miles to the next rest stop. It was wonderful.
Another odd thing that makes me think of home: Wildberry Pop-tarts.
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im glad youv'e no doubt. 'cause it's true. i agree whole-heartedly.
swish swish swish