A day without laughter is a day wasted. –Charlie Chaplin
Sunday morning I woke up about 3:00. (I can see you’re jealous.) I laid in bed until I couldn’t stand it anymore and moved into the living room and flopped on the couch to play on the computer. Around 4:00 I heard a noise outside and decided to sneak to the window with my stealthy ninja skills to peek through the blind and see if I could see anyone out there.
I quietly set the keyboard aside and got up…and fell off the couch.
Matt laughed later and said he could hear the Mission Impossible music playing “Dadadaaaaa……dadadaaaaaa” then the music would stop and you would hear THUD! as I hit the floor.
(He’s so supportive.)
He laughed for twenty minutes.
Then we were driving around to flea markets (having given up on yard sales) and there was a realtor sign in the ground. I don’t remember the name of the company, only that I misread it as “Superhero lots for sale.”
I said, “Oh! We should buy that. Start a farm. Grow superveggies.”
He mumbled something about Jim Carrey.
I said, “Our doorbell will go ‘DA dada DAH!”
He spit on the windshield. (One point for me!)
I should tell you that I am the blind one in this relationship. I have no idea what my sight is without contacts, but it’s bad. Very, very bad. So I’m the one who misreads signs, buttons, teeny instructions on boxed food, etc.
But later that day he misread something.
“Wow. And you’re the one that’s supposed to have good eyes…”
“…like they do in Australia.”
He looked confused. “What?”
I smiled and waved, “G’day!”
He laughed, kissed my head and said, “You’re an idiot.”
All is well in Elisaland. 🙂