Ear worms are like gramophone records stuck at one place , going over and over again . They irk me , and disrupt my train of thought , and speech . My kids reprimand me , “Mom , seriously , not those lines again . ” It requires conscious effort ( and energy ) to shut it (and oneself ) up. Phew ! I hate ad jingles . Moreover I hate praising some thermal underwear, in words of undiluted adulation (“Sooo Hottt!!”) , when I am whisking eggs and toasting bread for breakfast , on an icy winter morning , when I actually need to be grumpy for having abandoned my “oh so hott ” bed.
My kids reprimand me , “Mom , seriously , not those lines again . ”
It requires conscious effort ( and energy ) to shut it (and oneself ) up.
Phew ! I hate ad jingles .
Moreover I hate praising some thermal underwear, in words of undiluted adulation (“Sooo Hottt!!”) , when I am whisking eggs and toasting bread for breakfast , on an icy winter morning , when I actually need to be grumpy for having abandoned my “oh so hott ” bed.