“Did you hear a boo-doop?”
“No, I said “achoo”.
“Really? I thought there was at least a boop somewhere.”
“Just a sneeze, I think? Should we check the door?”
….Meanwhile, the pizza man has walked away and we starve tonight.
The husband was stuck at home all day yesterday dealing with issues relating to the sale of our old place (keep your fingers crossed – we’re almost there!), and he apparently decided to tackle the doorbell. Frankly, I’m surprised I didn’t come home to find him in the workroom with goggles, a Dremel, and a screaming doorbell in pieces on the bench. If it’s electronic, he usually likes to gut it and rebuild it. Dr. Frankenstein for gadgets. But instead, he just installed a new doorbell. Not as interesting a project to report, but the bell now goes “ding-dong” like a proper doorbell should. It has an actual bell in it – how delightfully old-school!
Of course, I then stood outside for 5 minutes jabbing at the doorbell to hear it chime. Because I like buttons. And bells.
I noticed that the old doorbell has not been discarded. It may still be autopsied and/or dismembered. Perhaps I will come home one day and hear my dishwasher going boo-doop, because it thinks I’m a jolly old fellow but it can’t get all the words out.