Sometimes I wish that other things could hear and understand my frustration.
I tell the dog to stop shedding and slobbering all over the place. She wags her tail as if I just told her that Star Trek is on . . . . That is to say that she doesn’t understand.
I tell toilet to stop clogging because it grosses me out to plunge a poopy toilet, but it doesn’t listen. It clogs even more.
I tell the toaster to stop burning my toast, but it doesn’t understand.
I tell the ants to stop coming into my house uninvited, but they don’t understand.
I tell my daughters to clean up after themselves, but they don’t understandsta- . . . . Wait a minute. . . . . Yes they do. It just seems like they don’t. Sometimes I forget that they actually understand English.