Sunday, March 04, 2012

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Leslie was being saturated. Filled with Rolf's chatter.

She retaliated by using her old aggravation technique, hands over ears and singing.

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140 Characters as counted by Design 215

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© 2012 Jimmiehov
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°Written for Succinctly Yours – Week 50
°The word of the week, 'saturate', and the picture were selected by
Grandma.
°It's posted on her blog, Grandma's Goulash
°Her Rules: Use the photo as inspiration for a story of 140 characters OR 140 words. It doesn’t have to be exactly 140, just not more.
°Using the word of the week is not required. This week I elected to use it, sort of.
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Ha ha. This one's funny. It's what some of my siblings and I do. And all along, I thought this silly act was unique to our family.
 
Ray, I got that idea from our family. You were really good at that! Still might be?
Mema used to do the singing and fast talking part really good too. XD
 
To me,It looked like two people plotting against the pigeons in the park.
 
That should do it!
 
I've done that a time or two. In jest of course.

Have a terrific day. :)
 
Always a good counter-measure :-)
 
Haha! I hope Rolf got the message. I sometimes do the whole hands-blocking-ears-and-singing thing as a joke when one of my kids is telling me of a past misdeed of which I'd prefer not to be made aware! LOL
 
I even had trouble with one word verification. Thanks so much for disabling it.

Good story and a very practical way of delivering a message. My microfiction offers a different solution to that problem.
 
Hahahaha! My siblings and I used to do that to annoy one another back in the 1950s and 60s. Good one, Jim...thanks for the laugh.
 
My grandson does that and it drives me batty. sandie
 
I guess more people do that than one would suppose. I remember my brother Clint doing it.
Good one, Jim.
K
 
Hands over ears singing - just what I do when I don't want to listen. LOL
 

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