Herman by Jim Unger for September 07, 2020

I’d take that as a yes.

Yes she calls it singing lessons. I call it torture lessons.

She’s got the perfect singing voice. in the car. with the windows up. alone.

“I see your lips moving but nothing’s coming out.”

…..Could you tell her to stop?

“Sing by the window, and we’ll help you out!”

Dunno. It’s an all-purpose pillow.

Whaaaaaat? Whaaaaaat? I can’t hear you..SPEAK UP!

“No, I’m not using a scythe to bake ringing croissants. Why do you ask?”

I’m deaf in one ear, and boy does it payoff at times. Just put the good ear down on the pillow; all is quiet.

Reason I ask is the glass in our storm door and a coffee cup just shattered.

Well at least it’s not the violin.

The Air Force called, her singing is jamming their radar.

It seems so.

To paraphrase Shakespeare… And if she was a dog that had howled like that, they’d have hanged her!

Neighbor can’t hear the ball games?

Do what I did. Buy a banjo.

No, she took up the violin.

He sure is a good guesser!!

Duh!