Wild Rice in the Hot Tub
Yesterday, in the hot tub at the local pool, my husband explained that I needed to make dinner because I hadn’t kept my promise to cook the wild rice the night before. He said this by soundlessly exaggerating his speech so I could lip read and then when he got to wild, rolling his eyes, sticking out his tongue, and shaking his arms all over the place. I screeched with laughter. The other people…
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