Sentient. As in, with thoughts of their own.
That's what I muttered about my earplugs as I stood at my locker recently, once again searching for one of them. They just jump out of my hands as I try to wrangle them back into their container. They hide behind my shower caddy, or in my shoe, or in my glasses case, or...
I decided that I might want a place to put my musings about swimming as an obese, middle aged woman. And so why not Sentient Earplugs? Watch this space.
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