My Life on a Legal Pad

When my adult daughter was in 5th grade & didn't want to answer a question / explain herself, she'd offer a language-like series of nonsense sounds like "Meeble meeble," which meant perhaps "I don't know, stop asking me." I'm now clear why she did it. Meeble meeble.

Cooking on the right back burner of our stove heats the metal side panel of the microwave. This expands with percussive sonorous ka-PONG. I jump because it sounds like the time a passing train threw out a whizzing 70 mph pebble which punched a hole in a 55-gallon drum next to me.