I made a mistake the other night of complaining out loud. It is one thing to complain under your breath so that nobody hears you or knows what you are complaining about. But when you complain out loud, then you run the chance of somebody hearing you.
The somebody I was most concerned about was the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage. Some things are meant to be kept to yourself and for obvious reasons.
For some reason, who knows what it was, I let my guard down and vocalized my complaining. I must confess that it rather caught me off guard.
"What are you complaining about," my wife said, directing the question to me.
At first, I did not know what she was talking about because I did not realize that I was vocalizing my complaints.
All I could say at the time was, "Did I say that out loud?"
The somebody I was most concerned about was the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage. Some things are meant to be kept to yourself and for obvious reasons.
For some reason, who knows what it was, I let my guard down and vocalized my complaining. I must confess that it rather caught me off guard.
"What are you complaining about," my wife said, directing the question to me.
At first, I did not know what she was talking about because I did not realize that I was vocalizing my complaints.
All I could say at the time was, "Did I say that out loud?"