Lately it has been pointed out to me by several people that I hum a lot. hum hum hummus hum. The woman at the car dealership where I get the oil changed in my car. Dad. The Player to be Named Later. My friend Lynn. All have commented on my humming.
According to Wikipedia humming can be a sign of happiness or of boredom. I didn't realize it, but it is impossible to hum for more than a few seconds with your nose plugged. I tried it (of course!) and it's true. Try it, try it, and you may, try it and you may, I say! Oh, wait that's green eggs and
ham, silly me.
I don't know why I hum. It's true I am content. And humming seems like a better thing to do than talk to myself, which I also do. But usually when I am not content. So it's a good thing that in the past few years I hum more than talk to myself. Mmmm hmmmm.
If I were a bird this is what I guess I would be. A fiesty hyper little hummingbird. Better that than an albatross.
If I were a beer this is what I would be. But not for breakfast, please! That ale might taste good with hummus, though.
If I were a vehicle, this is NOT what I would be. I would be this:
at least in my dreams. Mmmm Hmmmm!
4 comments:
It's definitely happiness!!
Also, we have that little red car as a Christmas ornament! I just took it down. Though I realize I could have left it up, for Valentine's Day, because it is red, and we love it.
It was a gift to the hubby/dad one year when we couldn't give him the actual car.
Your Grandmother Tingley used to hum in her kitchen. I never thought much about it but she was probably very content in there.
I remember Grandma Tingley humming in the kitchen while she washed dishes!
I think that God must be a hummer too. The sound OM ends in a hum. Maybe everything is arising out of His/Her humming. hmmmm is right.
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