No.....really?

Another phone call this morning, completely out of the blue. Granted it was only thirty minutes and concerning a rather serious subject for the most part, but we take what we can get. Camp ends tomorrow morning (HURRAY!!!) and hopefully by mid-next-week, the evenings will be free to use for phone calls to get things back to where they should be.

On a brighter note, we're going to be leaving to Lake Wallanpaupeck on the 25th. For the trophy wife, the nine day mark signals the beginning of planning and packing. I've been working on the food situation for the week and pretty much have it nailed down, with the exception of the Concordia wine I can't pair with dinner for the life of me. So it's going to be a dessert wine and miracle of miracles, BGRR will actually finish a glass of wine entirely on his own!! I have made sure of this. This stuff is as sweet as grape juice, and I'm hard pressed to believe that he'll actually be able to tell the difference off the bat if distracted *thoughtful look* perhaps I should pull out the low cut shirts and the pushup?

Now from time to time, we've both said some pretty interesting things. Wait, what do you mean you didn't think I'd pick up my phone? It's you, isn't it? or the classic I never said that! Yes you did, you were just asleep. Sometimes they just make you stop and really wonder about the other person's thinking ability. Dearest Readers, please find the following latest example of logic, courtesy of DB.....

Rose ~ ...so I'll get there by the crack of dawn, it'll take an hour to go to Frazer, we can run to the bank at the bottom of the hill, stop by the Registrar to drop off that trancript and then head north.
DB ~ That's crazy! You'd have to leave your house at 3 am to get here by then! Why don't you take care of that, and I'll just rent a car and meet you at your undergrad?

Dear Readers, just hearing this statement inspired an overwhelming desire to bang my head on the wall at the office. What? Do you not want to sit in the same car as me? Do I have germs or some deadly disease?

Rose ~ Why on earth would you waste money to rent a car? What's wrong with me picking you up and just running the errands together?
DB ~ Well, for starters, when are you going to sleep?
Rose ~ Darling, you're kidding, right?
DB ~ I've pulled enough allnighters in the past two weeks alone that I don't want you to miss a night of sleep.
Rose ~ Dan, are you thinking straight?
DB ~ What are you talking about?
Rose ~ When was the last time we got to actually see each other? Not "omgosh camp rules watch out" see each other. I mean really really get to see each other.
DB ~ It's been so long that the date's negligible.

For the record, May 29th. Just in case anyone wanted to know.

Rose ~ Exactly. So do you really think I'm going to sleep at all the night before?
DB ~ I would hope you would.
Rose ~ No, really. Why don't you think about that?
DB ~ [pause] Okay, so you've got a valid point.

That's really funny. Actually getting sleep the night before we actually get to spend time together again. Delam, you should have been a comedian. Really.

I don't have anything to do for an hour or so, so I thought I'd call and pester you.

From time to time, DB and I will discover something rather significant during our conversations. Of course, these are completely by accident. Returning to the rule of definitions according to DB and Rose, "accident" can be anything from random coincidence to an honest mistake to, "Sweetheart, did I ever mention" to, "You know, darling, just because I didn't say anything to the contrary doesn't mean that I hid it from you. It was just an accidental oversight." You try to figure out which definition is whose.

Anyways, back to today's latest bit of humor. Rose talks in her sleep. In multiple languages. Topics depend on what she was doing/thinking about right before she sleeps. This was learned back in college, through nights of staying up late to write papers, and led to some rather interesting split English/Spanish conversations with her old roommate. Yesterday, while exploring a new digital camera to take nature shots on the upcoming hikes and trips (read: incriminating shots of BGRR which can later be used for blackmail), she was sidetracked and had to call him back later. Instinctively: "Hun, I need to run for a bit, call you back? Um, I'm cute and I love you." "Yes you are and I love you too. Bye!" As I closed the phone, I stared at it for a couple minutes, not quite believing what had just been heard, and then shrugged it off to investigate the difference between a Cybershot and a Powershot. Decisions, decisions.

After my phone decided to be evil (and voice its opinion that I really should break up with DB because it wouldn't let any of our calls go through), I remarked on the strange things we tend to assume in our conversations, including the previous referenced comment. "That wasn't the first time you've said that, honey." "Yes it was! I would have remembered it!" Much arguing later, the awful truth comes out: "Remember when you were napping in the car on the way back from Trenton?" "Of course not, I was napping. DUH."

"Yeah, well you were talking in your sleep too."