discardia

My wife is smart. She may think otherwise, but she is an intuitive individual that has her smarts in far different parts of her cranium than I do. But sometimes she definitely has her blonde moments.

Yesterday, at work, she was talking with some of her fellow coworkers at the front desk of the recreation center. Her boss, Deb, made a simple observation that obviously most people that go into recreation do so because they hate math and “the hard classes” in college. Deb’s peer pointed out that maybe that is what Aquatics people do (implying Recreation is above all that). My wife, in a moment of total blonde lucidity, said in reply: “Just because I am in Aquatics doesn’t mean I am stupider.”

Yes, ladies and gents, stupider. I can almost hear the rimshot.

And then there is Bob.

“Our Bob is huge.” My wife says as we are working on the backyard yesterday.

“Bob?”

“Yeah, Bob. Jenny and I don’t bother calling them weeds around our trailer. We just call them Bob.”

So my wife and her coworker spend their days at work personifying inanimate objects around their trailer.

And I have a huge Bob in my backyard.

The More You Know…