I love whistling.
It’s such a happy sound! ๐
My grandpa used to whistle all the time and I’m fairly sure my love of hearing someone whistle stems from this. At a former job, my friend Betty would whistle. I loved to hear her and told her that it reminded me of my grandpa.
I love to whistle myself and I catch myself doing it often. And the reason I catch myself, and stop, ย is that I’m terribly afraid it will give me lip lines, like a smoker, and that some day my beloved lipstick will start crawling right up those lines.
So, it seems, ย I’m just going to have to wait to catch someone else else whistling to enjoy their happy tune.