So, the other day, when I went to let the dog outside, a bunch of crows were in the tree, making a racket. It was, you might say, a cacophony of sound coming from the canopy. (Cacophony is one of those self-conscious word for me–I always notice it and not in a good way.)
Anyway, I remarked to the dog (What? You don’t talk to your dog?), “Wow, that’s loud.”
Everything went silent.
Again, I addressed the dog. “Okay, now it’s quiet.”
They crows started up again.
Yes, it’s true. My life = sitcom.
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