This is a re-post from May 2010, it was too good to pass up.
Oh and all you guys and the gals in the DOC are making it hard to write - there are TOO many great Dblogs to read!!! It might take me weeks to catch up! Great stuff out there folks - loving it!
Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep!
Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep!
Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep!
"Grace, do you hear that?"
"What Mom, oh that, yeah, I hear that. It's some kind of high sound, like squealing."
"WHERE is it coming from?"
I walk around the kitchen. Grace walks around the kitchen. We enlist her sisters to help walk around the kitchen. I unplug the toaster. I peek inside the microwave. I unplug the kitchen clock. Nothing. The beeeeeeeep continues. The sound gets louder in some areas and softer in some areas. I cannot for the life of me figure out where this high pitched squeal is coming from. I check the obvious places - the oven, the refrigerator, my watch. I look at her old meters on the shelf, pulling my ear in close. Nothing. The sound comes and goes as we both walk around the kitchen.
Grace leaves to sit on the couch in the living room.
"G, the sound is gone from the kitchen now."
"It's out here Mom, the sound is out here now. I still hear it."
"What do you mean G?"
I go out to look. I get closer to her. I lean into her and the Pod on her upper right thigh.
It is squealing.
"MOM, it's ME!!!!"
Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep!
Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep!
"Grace, do you hear that?"
"What Mom, oh that, yeah, I hear that. It's some kind of high sound, like squealing."
"WHERE is it coming from?"
I walk around the kitchen. Grace walks around the kitchen. We enlist her sisters to help walk around the kitchen. I unplug the toaster. I peek inside the microwave. I unplug the kitchen clock. Nothing. The beeeeeeeep continues. The sound gets louder in some areas and softer in some areas. I cannot for the life of me figure out where this high pitched squeal is coming from. I check the obvious places - the oven, the refrigerator, my watch. I look at her old meters on the shelf, pulling my ear in close. Nothing. The sound comes and goes as we both walk around the kitchen.
Grace leaves to sit on the couch in the living room.
"G, the sound is gone from the kitchen now."
"It's out here Mom, the sound is out here now. I still hear it."
"What do you mean G?"
I go out to look. I get closer to her. I lean into her and the Pod on her upper right thigh.
It is squealing.
"MOM, it's ME!!!!"
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