My brains are scrambled! And it’s all the little feathered farts that live here’s fault.
There I was minding my own business wandering around aimlessly through the apartment when I walk between Gracie’s playground and Ruby’s playground when both of them blast out the very same note, pitch and all right at me.
And of course they were ear level; I mean what else can you expect?
So now I know how poor Quasimodo felt … good thing I didn’t have my hearing aids in (my “other” cyborg implants) otherwise I would have been a candidate for nurse Ratchets ward for sure sitting right next to Jack and singing “cuckoo, cuckoo.”
Now if only the vertigo would go away and those blasted walls would stop moving I think I’ll be Ok.
… and I think I actually heard something rattle in there too … go figure.
