Sign me up: in denial
It is well documented that I sometimes hear what was not actually said.
A few years ago I blogged about this very thing:
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Like the time, in church, I heard the preacher refer to "... children of leprechauns."
I might've been daydreaming just a little.
On the way home I asked TG why the preacher had felt led to mention leprechaunic offspring.
He gave me an odd look.
But I'm used to that, so I simply waited.
"Baby," he explained in the kind of voice you use with three-year-olds who exhibit signs of nascent senility. "He said children of leper colonies."
Well shut my mouth. I wasn't aware that leper colonies had children.
In a similar vein, when the commercial for St. Ives face cream comes on TV and the perky female voiceover hawks the product by name, I hear "Say Knives!"
Knives.
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This disturbing tendency has now extended to my visual as well as auditory faculties.
Such as they are. I recently had to start wearing glasses for driving.
Which, I figure, accounts for why I did a double-take when, last week, behind the wheel, on my way to somewhere or other, I saw this sign on a corner near my house:
Oh I'm sure you had no trouble reading that.
But what I read?
Become a
DENIAL ASSISTANT
Causing me to immediately think: Now that's a job I could do! I excel at denial. And only eleven weeks.
Then I got closer.
Oh.
Never mind.
Likewise, last Saturday night I cruised by the website for the church where my son-in-law is the pastor.
And in checking out upcoming events, I noticed a date designated as Fried Sunday.
Oh! Thought I. Like, fried chicken? Fried pies? Sign me up.
Then the light dawned: They're having Friend Sunday. Never mind.
Stronger glasses, perhaps? Or a whole new brain?
That is all for now.
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Happy Monday ~ Happy Week
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Reader Comments (3)
I suffer from that same hearing affliction and have had similar responses from Bob. :) So far my eyes are ok though! :)
I've always wanted a fried Sunday.
I admit to Nothing!!!Hahaaaaa
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