But to keep the peace, it's either the air conditioner or the ceiling fan. Lately I've decided that the fan is the lesser evil of the two, because I can still kind-of hear my children should they call out in the night. And, as Jacquie recently reminded us, it can provide entertainment during the daytime hours.
But still, the awful fan keeps me awake at night, composing bad poetry in my head. Here's last night's ditty:
Oh how I abhor
But what am I to do? My husband is, sadly, an ardent ceiling fan.
|Mark, can I use this please? Thx.|
"Why's that?" "Well, my parents are both Padres fans, so I'm a Padres fan too."
"That's not a good answer, Bobby. If your parents were both morons, would you be a moron too?"
"No, that would make me a Yankees fan!"