Today is two weeks from Thanksgiving and as I was out doing my dog poop-scooping chores, I started chuckling, thinking of an exchange The Fisherman and I had this morning related to Thanksgiving gravy, and since I do some of my best thinking and problem-solving while scooping dog poop, I said to myself, “Self…..you need to write about this today and it’s Thursday, exactly 2 weeks from Thanksgiving, so you need to share it TODAY.” Before I retired, it was always known at the office that if I came up with a solution for a challenge we were having, it was achieved while I was out scooping dog poop. I think it may be one of those things where the brain wants to protect you from something unpleasant so while dog poop is being scooped, the brain goes into full-on thinking mode as a distraction from the task at hand. I swear by it. If you need to solve something or come up with a great idea, find some dog poop to scoop and you’ll get your solution every time. You’re welcome.
The Fisherman and I laugh a LOT. When we first got together he told me “I can promise you there will be lots of laughter with me.” He was right about that. Some of MY laughter comes from things he does that he probably doesn’t intend to be funny, but I’ll laugh and he will roll his eyes and say, “What was I thinking?!” In all, though, he keeps me laughing with his sharp wit. He has an extremely dry, sarcastic sense of humor and I mean EXTREMELY dry and sarcastic. So much so that, sometimes, it goes over other’s heads and they don’t get that he’s kidding with them. We don’t necessarily have the same sense of humor but for the most part we are in sync in knowing what will make the other one laugh. That being said, this morning I saw this meme and just knew I had to send it to him:
Now for a little back-story on this to know why I was giggling so hard when I sent this to his phone, with the message, “I think we’re all set for Thanksgiving”: When The Fisherman was in having a knee-replacement surgery a few months back, he remarked that he needed to order some portable urinals for when he’s on the boat or when I take too long in the bathroom. Really?! Sure enough, one day a box arrived and there they were. He really ordered a box or portable urinals! I couldn’t believe it but that is SO him so I don’t now why I was shocked. Right on cue this morning when I sent this meme to him, he walks out waving a portable urinal saying something like, “Where’s the gravy? I’m ready!”
Life is never dull when you can laugh with your favorite person about using a portable urinal for turkey gravy at Thanksgiving! That’s how we roll. Speaking of rolls, they can be dunked in the gravy from the urinal! I just sent the meme to my sister and she freaked-out and said, “That’s gross!” I think we need to present her with a portable urinal/gravy boat as a Hostess Gift.
Observations on getting used to being one of those gray-haired retired people 