The Walk

So yesterday afternoon, hubby and I went for a walk. It's mid-September and the weather is fabulous! We had been playing the Beatles Rock Band game earlier and were singing songs as we walked through the neighborhood. "I am the walrus...goo goo ga joob..." People must have thought that we were nuts. Whatever.

Sometimes when we walk we don't talk much because we are just enjoying the walk or thinking our own private thoughts. Other times we talk a lot. On this walk, I wanted to talk and hubby wanted to sing. Here's a snippet of our conversation:

ME and HUBBY (singing): "I am the walrus, I am the walrus, goo goo ga joob, goo goo ga joob..."

ME: So what about all the brouhaha about President Obama talking to the kids in school? I think it's wonderful. I don't understand what the big deal is. George Bush talked to kids and nobody said a word about it. I would think people would want the president talk to the kids.

HUBBY: You should run for president.

ME: Are you crazy? I would never want to be the president. For one thing, they have to give speeches and I'm terrible at giving speeches. They give speeches all the time. Every day, almost. I don't know how they find the time. But I guess that's why they have speech writers. Have you ever wondered why the speech writers don't get credit for the speeches? The president gets all the credit. The presidential speech writers throughout history are getting ripped off! Remember when JFK said "ask not what your country can do for you, ask what you can do for your country"? The speech writer came up with that historic, profound statement, but Kennedy gets all the credit. That happens all the time with speech writers. It's just not fair. Are you listening to a word I'm saying?

HUBBY (singing): Lucy in the sky with diamonds...

Beatles Rock Band

Hubby bought Beatles Rock Band that came out last week. And Wow, it's awesome! As a Beatles aficionado (notice I didn't say "maniac"...when you're 52, you're supposed to have matured...yeah, right), I know all the songs and it's a blast. We still haven't figured out all the features; we're just singing along trying to match harmonies. You score points for staying on pitch. As you sing, your progress is measured by certain words that pop up: "Fab"..."Great"... "Okay"..."Messy." We were proud when we sang "I Feel Fine" on Expert Level and actually completed the song without being booed off the stage. They don't actually "boo," but the song stops and they look at you like you're an idiot.

The downside is that with facebook, twitter, blogging, and the Beatles, I will never get any work done.

The Rachel Incident

Yesterday A. H. and I were having coffee at the local Starbucks and ordered the grande iced vanilla latte as usual. If you're a Starbucks regular, you know that the server asks your name and writes it on your cup when he/she takes your order.

Because my name is so difficult for people to spell and pronounce, I decided to use a fake name. Out of the blue, I picked Rachel and he wrote it on the cup. While we were waiting for our orders, I recalled that last week I had taken a facebook quiz "Which Friends Character Are You?" The result was "Rachel."

Anyway, a few hours later, A.H. and I were at Penny's shopping and after trying clothes on and deciding what to buy, we went to the counter with our items. The young lady who worked at the counter kept looking at me strangely and asked if we had met before. I said, No, I don't think so. She said that I looked like her friend and she wondered if I was her friend's mother. I said, no, my adult children don't live here...one is in California and the other is in Washington. Curious, I asked her what her freind's name was. She said, "Rachel."

A.H. and I looked at each other in total shock. What are the odds? A million to one. As we walked away, A.H. hummed the "Twilight Zone" theme. Doo doo doo doo. . . doo doo doo doo. . .

Write Off

Here's a snippet of an actual conversation I had with hubby yesterday morning:

ME: Why do we have so many computers?

HUBBY: What do you mean?

ME: You have three computers. I have two computers. That's a total of five computers for just two people.

HUBBY: You should see how many computers Luke has. (Luke is our 29-year-old son who lives in Seattle and worked at Microsoft as a software developer before he started his own company.)

ME: Yeah, well, computers are part of his job. He can write them off on his tax returns. We can't write off our computers. In fact, we don't write anything off. Why is that?

HUBBY: Well. . . we "write off" into the sunset.

THE END

Shoe Calendar

Went calendar shopping yesterday and couldn't resist this fabulous shoe calendar with the famous Manolo Blahnik shoes from the "Sex and the City" Movie. SNAP!

The Shirt

My BFF A.H. and I are the quintessential clothes horses. We love to shop for clothes and our tastes are almost identical. I can't tell you how many times we'll be searching through racks of clothes and pull out the same item. It's insane.

A while back, we had gone shopping and saw this gray long sleeve shirt that looked great with jeans. It was an open-collar button up that covered the poochy belly and flabby arms beautifully. And we both wanted it. Typically when this happens, A.H. will get it in one color and I'll get it in another. But we both wanted the gray. Okay, fine. So we both bought the same shirt.

Of course, we had to have a game plan so we wouldn't be seen wearing the same shirt when we got together. When we talked about meeting for coffee, shopping and whatnot, our phone conversation went like this:

ME: So you want to get together for coffee?

AH: Sure, sounds like fun. The usual place?

ME: Of course.

AH: Are you going to wear The Shirt?

ME: Not if you want to.

AH: You can wear it, I'll find something else.

ME: Okay. You can wear it next time.

Oddly enough, in all the years we've known each other (over 20), we've never had to do this with any other clothing item. Only The Shirt.