“Oh crap,” John said.
“What’s the matter, honey?” Judy, John’s wife of forty years, asked.
“You know that line, ‘lions and tigers and bears, oh my’?”
“Yeah,” Judy said. “From The Wizard of Oz.”
“D’oh!” John exclaimed. “Oh my God, I knew that, but my brain just couldn’t call it up. I must be losing my mind. I think I’ve got early onset….”
“Oh for Pete’s sake, John,” Judy interrupted, “you don’t have early onset anything. We’re just getting older and sometimes our memory fails us and we can’t instantly remember things we’re sure we know. That’s just aging.”
“Oh right, that’s easy for you to say, Judy,” John said. “Your mind is as sharp as ever, while mine is fading fast. I think I drank too much alcohol in my younger days.”
“Oh boohoo, John,” Judy said. “You may have been a bit bohemian back in the day, but you and your cohorts were anything but alcoholics. You’re not being coherent, so quit whining.”
“Oh, so now I’m being incoherent, am I,” John said. “See, early onset dementia. Uh oh, Judy, my life is over.”
“Oh hell, John,” Judy said. “Shut up, you old fool.”
Written for today’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt from Linda G. Hill. We are tasked with writing a post using the word “oh” or to find a word that starts with “oh.” I bent the rules a little bit and included words containing “oh,” as well.