Oh, my stinkin’ head cheese!
Clay and I have just finished having the stupidest debate about previous school auctions we attended and who were the auctioneers. The conversation started on the phone while he was driving home. He was so frustrated with me that he hung up on me in mid sentence and I sent him an email declaring, “I can’t believe you just hung up on me because you can’t remember that the magic guy was the radio host!” I pressed send just as he walked through the door.
Me– Did you seriously hang up on me?
Doofus Head– Yes! Cause I knew I was never going to convince you that the magic guy was not the same guy as the radio host dude.
Me– It was the same guy. I remember, he auctioned off the dog.
Dweeble Head– You’re focusing on one little detail. You’re taking the thread and dismissing the tapestry. THEY WERE DIFFERENT GUYS!
Me– Why are you so angry and upset? I’m not angry…I’m just right. You don’t have to yell, Honey. They were not the same guys, I remember all the auctions we went to.
Doody Butt– One was a sixty year old bearded guy and the other was a forty year old clean shaven guy with a black suit. Who remembers faces? Who?
Me– I’m telling you they were the same guy. I don’t know why you can’t remember that.
I’ll stop now, because this conversation went on like this for waaaaay too long until finally Doofus Head said, “Oh, my GOSH! How much time have we wasted trying to figure this out?”
I mumbled something about wasting twenty long years…
Then he watched as I turned toward my keyboard and started typing this post while he looked over my shoulder.
And now we’re laughing. Oh my, if we are like this now, what are we going to be like when he’s retired and up in my business all day long? Arguing for twenty minutes over stupid things the other one can’t remember until we realize how much time we’ve wasted.
They were the same guy…I’m telling you, I remember.