Driving down the road, my honey and I talk about many things. This morning I mention we should check on a story about why our highway was blocked off.
He says: “I was just thinking that! How did you know?”
I say: “Because I’m psycho, I mean psychic.”
He says: “Wow! I thought I was telefrenetic.”
I say: “You mean telepathic.”
We both laugh at our bad jokes. As we get older though, we do find getting the right words out there can be a chore at times. So our minds, be the brilliant and amazing stuff that it is, makes up the word to fill in the blank. It may be close, just not as close as it should be. I know our medications cause some of the issues, but it is frustrating at times. I guess as long as we can still laugh, that is the important thing. :o)
Created in UF5 with postwork in Photoshop.
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