So, I got a Wii Fit for Christmas...I had my son, who is ten, hook it up to our Wii system. He's better at that than I am, and my time is far better spent losing at WordTwist on Facebook. He went through the whole syncing process, etc. (Oh, and I beg to differ WordTwist people...'lumen' IS a word).
When he got to the Body Test area (the one that would tell me my BMI is atrocious, I am sure), the freaking thing started to spaz (technical term). It kept telling us to "Step off the board and press A." Ummmmm...we are not on the board, NEVER were on the board. My son kept pressing A. And pressing. And pressing. And pressing...
My kids wanted to cry, so I spent ages online trying to suss out the problem. Nothing worked. Talked to customer service at Nintendo today, and after some shrugging on their end (I could *hear* him shrugging), they decided to try sending me new software. If that doesn't work, it's the plank for the board.
This morning my husband and I were lounging on our family room sofa...snuggled under a thick blanket, coffee still steaming hot. Our kids were in their rooms, all occupied with whatever, and so we just enjoyed a few quiet adult moments until the fun of the day really got started.
He was telling me about something going on in the neighborhood, or in the family, or at work...I don't actually remember, and frankly it's not relevant here. What IS is my response to his story.
Me: Do you know why?
Me: Ugh. I don't like a mystery.
Him: YOU? NO! SURELY NOT!
(I blink slowly at him, unsure as to where this is going.)
Him (imitating me): Shhhhh! Is that a helicopter? I wonder why there is a helicopter flying over our house.
Me: (raising one eyebrow, as if to suggest, you really want to do this?)
Him (still imitating me): Whoa! There it is again! That's twice. I wonder what is going on.
(Pretends to dial phone.)
Him (talking into his hand): Hey. It's me. Is that Matt? He hasn't left for work yet? (He nods, as if listening.)
Drag, I hate it when mornings start like that. Look, have you heard any helicopters fly over your house? They've been circling; they were flying your way. Can you see it? I wonder if it's the police or military or what.
(Stops talking and nods again, continuing to pretend to look out of a window.)
You can hear it? Really? Can you see it? Look out front; it was heading west. OH! It's turning around? Okay, I'll watch.
Oh! There it is again! Something is definitely going on. No, you're right, it's the police. Hmmmmmm...I wonder...
At this point, tears are running down my face because I totally do that kind of stuff. All. the. time. If something is out of the ordinary, I try to figure out what's going on around me until I can create a narrative that satisfies me.
What's best is not that was he so spot-on in mocking some of my quirkiest behavior (which he totally was), but that I know he finds it endearing. Okay, perhaps not at the time when I force him to explore different "scenarios" with me (because, say, he is a captive in my car), but it's part of the package that is me, and he loves me.
It's nice to be totally understood, oddities and all, and unconditionally accepted.
Check it out...we filled our minivan (I was running on fumes) for under six bucks:
It seems that our grocery store (Safeway) has some weird points thing...you spend money and accrue points. We've been accumulating points for ages. I had no idea.
The other week my husband was lucky enough to have a cashier who spent a few moments to explain just how valuable those points were. (*Warning, boring explanation ahead.) They are running a promotion...every "point" accumulated amounts to ten cents off per gallon of gas. We had thirteen points. That's $1.30 off the price of gas...so instead of 1.68 per gallon (which is already cRaZy cheap), we spent $0.379. Ummm...wow.
So anyway, when someone tells you it is too good to be true, don't believe them. It just might be that good. Or better.