Here is a glimpse of what happened when Bob and I had dinner at home last Wednesday night.
Me: I donated blood today and there was an 80 year old lady volunteering at the snack station there and she was so cute. I talked to her about gardening for 15 minutes.
Bob: Oye. I married an old lady! ( * it doesn’t help that I have the oldies doo-wop station progammed as one of the stations on my car radio * )
Me: Be grateful that I respect the elderly.
…10 minutes later I was back to “young” Jen…
Me: I really dig this band called The Lumineers and they are from Denver! Have you heard them on KBCO?
Bob: * blank stare. Picks up his glass of milk and pours it all over his lap on purpose then cracks up laughing *
Me: What was that for?! Do you have any idea how bad that milk is going to smell in the carpet in a few days? Why did you do that?
Bob: I don’t know but it was funny!
Me: You’re cleaning the carpets. I’m pretty sure a paper towel will not hide the milk smell in a few days.
Then he was all embarrassed as I took photos because he looked like he peed his pants. Were my dinner conversations so boring that Bob had to diffuse them by purposely spilling milk on himself?
For the record, here are The Lumineers.