Tom & Alissa

People, I was going through blog archives recently and reading old entries. I used to be much funnier. Why are you still reading?

In that spirit (and I have permission for this) -

We often lounge around at night telling stories about our day, sometimes eating. A couple nights ago I was finishing up what I’m sure was a very riveting story about something involving choking, or perhaps I was choking. The important point here is that something triggered that very interesting non sequitur switch in Tom’s brain.

“Oh,” he said. “That reminds me. I was eating cucumbers in the shower yesterday . . . ”

I think he suddenly heard himself talking. I have rarely seen him laugh so hard; thought he’d turn blue and pass out, and I wasn’t much better.

Of course, that was a little better than Tuesday night. We go to the Village Church small group in Jersey City on Tuesdays, and since I’m coming from Manhattan and he’s coming from Brooklyn, we don’t arrive together. This week, he made it there before I did, and apparently walked in the door and announced, “I beat my wife!”