My friend from church called to do some business as she and I do over the phone....talking about her sons track shorts being made from a GI Joe parachute and how those can NOT be comfortable to run in. Most of the kids on his team wear spandex under them, thank goodness. "But why do schools do that to their players?" she asks.
I usually just listen and laugh and project an "Uh-huh" during the quiet moments.
"I saw Josh in the gun section at Walmart today. Did he tell you?" she says.
"Uh-huh. Wait, what?" (Really, what? This could mean so many things and I have no idea what that means. What?)
Later, Josh came home from work and changed his clothes to do outside stuff with tools and dirt. From the bedroom he came wearing a Federal Aviation Administration long sleeved t-shirt and a camouflage hat.
This is a spicy man, I think lovingly while staring at my nerdy outdoors man still wondering when he is going to tell me he bought a gun. Not that I am against owning guns because I AM NOT. And not that Josh isn't an OUTSTANDING tinkerer, I trust him with any form of weapon or tool. He is my nerdy plane flyer by day and my chainsaw operator by evening, kinda like Clark Kent meets PBS outdoor/home improvement shows.
"I talked to Shelly today. She said she saw you in the gun section in Walmart. Um...."
"I got this sweet hat for two bucks! They put the Fraker-type deals in the gun section."
"Oh," I say. "And what are you going to do wearing your two dollar, camouflage hat?"
"I'm going to blow torch the burn pile!"
