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My stomach began making a series of digestive noises.
In my peripheral vision I saw Doc H turn and look at my stomach as it rumbled away. I knew what was coming...
Doc H: Is that your stomach?
Me: Yes. What do you want me to do about it? (Fully expecting a full press razing from him)
Doc H: My God! It sounds like a symphony!
Me: (Surprised, rubbing his arm nicely and smiling) Awe! Thank you! That was nice and unexpected!
Doc H: (Chuckling)...Not like the good part of the symphony... Like the warm-up... The bad part.
Okay. That's more like it.
That was potentially so sweet:-)
ReplyDeleteHa! That's what I thought too...It had potential!
DeleteWhen you mentioned that you stretched out in bed with your battery operated devices, an iPad and a laptop were not the first visual images that came to mind, but my mind can usually be found in the gutter.
ReplyDeleteDon't worry, Joe...that's where my mind went also as I the words popped up on my screen. ;)
DeleteAha, if only he could hear my husbands! Thank you for visiting (The Mad House)
ReplyDeleteThanks for stopping by!
DeleteMy stomach sometimes does that at night too only it's not as talented as yours. Mine can't hit the high notes at all.
ReplyDeleteStacie, thanks so much for the laugh!
DeleteHilarious!
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