Late night conversations
Drifting to sleep beside my husband, talking about possible applying for a new job somewhere…he urges me to take a chance, says he wants me to be happy with my work. I say I’ll do it, but either way it’s OK. There are opportunities at my current job that make me happy, too.
Me: It’s not often you’re faced with a fork in the road and…
Him: Why do they call it a fork? Forks have four prongs.
Me: I think the roads came first, sweetie. I think ‘fork’ was used to describe roads and rivers that diverged before it was ever an eating utensil.
Him: Oh. *ponders* That’s why I keep you around. To tell me these things.
Me: So, it’s not often you have to paths in front of you ….
Him: So, what’s it called if the road has four paths?
Me: Ummm…I don’t think that happens too often…
Him: Well, when you come to an intersection, you can go right or left or straight … that’s three…
Me: I … ah…
Him: No, I guess it doesn’t happen that much … unless you’re on those roads in China. Those things are a mess…
Me: *facepalm*
Him: My nose is stuffed up…
Me: *roll over and place pillow over my head*
Him: What were you saying?
Me: I … I have no idea….
My husband … a chipmunk on crack at 1 a.m….