Random Esquire

I curled up next to Boss on the couch tonight and said, “Honey, I’ve been meaning to tell you something. I didn’t tell you earlier because I didn’t want to scare you….but I think someone’s been inside here.” (Meaning our place.) Her eyes got huge. She whispered, “why??” I said, “Because I don’t do my own laundry and I just went back into the bedroom and my laundry was folded and clean. I think we have laundry elves.” She was silent for a moment and then she said, “I think you just made me pee a little.”

She makes me laugh.

Here’s another hilarious thing about her. Boss is all legs. Not a day goes by in which she doesn’t stumble, stub her toe, trip or almost fall down in some way. Today alone she ran over her foot or hit her ankle or something with a shopping cart. I turned around to see her red-faced and wincing. She also didn’t see the stool sitting on the kitchen floor and kicked it halfway across the kitchen. I’ve concluded that it is because her feet are so far from her head that no one could really be expected to control body parts that far removed from their brain stem. She’s a bright, beautiful, leggy clutz. I love that.