True Love

He came home from work in a good mood and was joking and laughing and teasing Her. Soon He had Her so mixed up she was sputtering and almost speechless. That’s when She said, “You know, you should really be being very nice to me. You should be telling me that I am perfect and wonderful and beautiful and how much you really, really love me.”

He said, “Oh, I should, should I?”

She said, “Yes, you should, or later you will be very sorry.”

“Oh?” He queried, “And why will I be very sorry?”

“Because,” She said. “I made a homemade banana cream pie today and I am seriously thinking about not sharing.”

He blinked his eyes and stared at Her quietly for a few moments, then He said, “I really, really love you!”

“Yeah,” She said. “I thought you might.”

Waffling

OC and I frequently recycle the same conversation. Each time it has a slight variation. It always starts with my apparent curiosity. Today we were discussing maple syrup. The real stuff. OC is a New Englander, you know.

Me: [while pouring syrup on my waffle] My uncle called this, “tree blood.”

OC: Really it’s closer to lymph.

Me: [curious look] Lymphs?

OC: [bunches of scientific techno babble].

Me: Thanks, Hon. Good English. I understood every word.

OC: [laughing] Really?

Me: Oh, yeah. [I roll my eyes.]

OC: Not so much, huh?

Me: [shaking my head] Not so much.

OC: What did you get?

Me: [smiling] You want another waffle?

Collaborate

COLLABORATE n.

  1. To work together, especially in a joint intellectual effort.
  2. To cooperate treasonably, as with an enemy occupation force in one’s country.
  3. Two or more persons working in unison to achieve the same goal.

I am uncertain which of these definitions best suits OC’s and my efforts in creating our joint post:

  • There was a little cooperation (little being the operative word).
  • There was definately some collaborating with the enemy, though OC and I both seem to be unclear on just who the enemy was.
  • There also seemed to be more then two voices involved in the project, though OC swears it was my imagination.
  • And, I was trying very hard to keep it intellectual, but … well, see for yourself. Check out:

He Said, She Said, an O’Ceallaigh & The Quill collaborative production.