I’m interrupting the flow of vegetable-related posts to tell two very cute stories. Well, at least one of them is very cute – the other one is about how ditzy I can be.
Cute thing #1:
Last night, Greg was watching Top Gear (don’t ask me what it’s about), and he found it so incredibly amusing that he started giggling like a little girl. This was so delightful to me that I posted on facebook:
“my husband is laughing so hard at topgear right now that i think he might injure himself. quite hilarious.”
The next morning (that would be today), I started getting all kinds of comments on that status update, talking about how amazing and funny Top Gear is. So Greg and I were emailing back and forth at work, and had the following conversation.
“I can’t believe MY facebook status is turning into a massive discussion of TOPGEAR, instead of a discussion of how funny you were last night. :)”
“tee hee! what can i say, when you hit the right note, things resound.”
“none of my other facebook posts get any comments, but mention top gear and the world goes mad! i guess it’s more interesting than vegetables….”
“more likely top gear fans are just more vociferous”
“true, vegetable fans are more cruciferous…”
Now, you have to be a special kind of nerd to think that’s funny and not nerdy, but we were amused.
Cute thing #2:
Sunday we spent all day long cleaning, hacking down the excessive shrubbery in the yard, gardening, etc, etc. By the end of the day, I was bushwhacked, thoroughly exhausted. I came upstairs, brushed my teeth and washed my face, and grabbed a black and white flowered nightgown from the closet in the hallway where we keep such things.
I walked into our bedroom and realized that when we had stripped the bed to do the laundry earlier, neither of us had remembered to make the bed again. So I went back to the bathroom and grabbed a clean set of sheets from the linen closet, and went back to the bedroom. I made the bed as fast as I could – at this point, I was literally falling asleep standing up, so I knew I couldn’t get too involved. (Poor Greg ended up having to put pillowcases on his pillows in the dark when he came to bed, because I just couldn’t handle it). I finished making the bed —
and couldn’t find the nightgown anywhere. I looked on the floor, on my dresser, in the bed, in my closet, in the bathroom, in the linen closet, in the hallway closet…it was gone.
So I found new pajamas, and went to bed and fell asleep.
The next night, I was making dinner when Greg came home, and I asked him to solve the mystery for me. I explained everything I just explained above, and posed the question: “So where are my pajamas?” He went upstairs and retraced my steps, trying to think like a very tired Sarah. Twenty minutes later, dinner was ready, and I went to find him. He was well and thoroughly stumped.
Anyone have any guesses?