When I was sent into my sister’s room to tell her it was time for dinner, I would just talk at a conversational volume, rather than try to yell over the music. After taking the heat a couple of times, she started turning down the volume.
When I was sent into my sister’s room to tell her it was time for dinner, I would just talk at a conversational volume, rather than try to yell over the music. After taking the heat a couple of times, she started turning down the volume.