I don’t think Husband was a big fan of my Shower Thoughts project.
Oh, he liked the post just fine. That’s not the issue… it’s more that he’s not digging my process, you see.
In order to gather the material, I had to get myself in the habit of recording those random thoughts. Which led to, occasionally, me blurting them out outside the shower.
Without any sort of warning.
ME: (gets into car)
HIM: (starts driving)
ME: So. Bowling shoes.
HIM: … (cartoonish double-take)
HIM: I’m gonna need more than that.
HIM: (interrupting) Seriously. When you blog that, be sure to write “so, bowling shoes,” then tab down thirty lines.
ME: I was just wondering.
ME: Bowling shoes; comma why?
ME: I mean, when you go to rent a lane they immediately ask you about your shoe size and sort of lean into the whole shoe rental thing to pressure you on that point, but do you really need special shoes?
ME: I’m not—
HIM: Yes, you do. Because bowling, as an activity, involves sliding—
ME: Oh, see, I don’t slide.
HIM: Then you’re doing it wrong.
ME: Am not. I’m actually pretty good.
HIM: … And if you’re sliding in street shoes, you’ll mark up the lane.
ME: … Not if I wear slippers!
HIM: … Yes. If you show up with your fuzzy, fluffy slippers, they will look the other way. The whole time.
I am now compelled to test this theory.