Months later and they are still working on Bossy’s street in front of her house. Lucky thing Bossy doesn’t mind the sound of jackhammers. Much.
“Whaaaaaaaaaaaat?” “Huhhhhhhhhhh?” The above is a recent sample of dialogue between Bossy and her auditory cortex as she struggles to hear the sound of her own thoughts. For the last week—and a month before that—a work crew has been situated directly in front of Bossy’s house in order to replace all of the water lines…
Bossy always forgets about this thing, Icky water.