Poke, poke, poking Mr. Jenny in the ribs.
This morning was no exception.
He ignored the first round of me attempting to wake him up, but finally succumbed after great determination on my part.
He D-C-Papped and finally stuttered out, "Whaaaa...whaaat....what's wrong?"
"Wake up, please. It's important."
He sat up.
And I'm pretty sure he was scowling at me but it was too dark to really tell.
"So what's so important?"
Yes. I could definitely hear the scowl in his voice.
"Ummmm..." I proceeded, and quite sweetly I might add, "When was the last time you said 'Gee Willikers'? And what does that really mean anyway?"
"What? When I said what? 'Gee Willikers'? How do I know? At least fifty years ago. Where do you come up with this stuff...go back to sleep."
He laid back down, turned over, re-C-Papped up, and quickly went back to sleep.
Leaving me alone. In the dark.
To ponder how long it's been since I heard the phrase 'Gee Willikers'.
So I'm wondering.
If you're not sleeping.
Or grumpy or anything.
When was the last time you said it?
Enquiring minds want to know.