“What did Horsefly just say?” my proverbial ears pricked up as I inquisitively asked Charlie that question as Horsefly vigorously paced through every room of my house – stopping only to turn the overhead lights on or off as he left each and every room. I could almost see furrows forming in my hardwood floors Horsefly was pacing so vigorously.
Horsefly's spoken language skills grow harder and harder to decipher and understand as the years go by. He seems to be devolving instead of evolving on those regards about language. He will soon be 40 years old as well this July. It will be twenty two years since he graduated from High School. Charlie worries about the acute lack of socialization Horsefly has in his life thus the degradation of his language skills we think.
“He is saying he loves his covers and he wants to go back to bed,” Charlie replied, laughing.
A grin from ear to ear formed on my face. I loved Horsefly saying that. It was so simple, but struck a cord and rang true. I love my covers, indeed! Horsefly knows how to live large on a paupers budget! Charlie soon left so Horsefly could go bowl until he was a sweaty mess and then eat at Kentucky Fried Chicken.
2 comments:
Horsefly is in to pacing now? He used to just stand and flush the toilet endlessly, if I remember correctly.
I think I'm gonna nag you about pictures of "the girls". I haven't nagged you in ages and I need the practice!
Love ya,
Grannie
I love my covers too, every morning when that alarm goes off I just want to burrow back under them. Horsefly knows what's important in life! :)
P.S. - since nobody else mentioned it, LOL on the photo you posted. Don't know who that is, but it's a riot!
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