Life has taken some crazy turns since my last post - but more on that later...
Today.....today, I HAVE to share with you what happens when twopeople, who have been together for more than 40 years, find themselves in a weird conversation - and think nothing of it.
Yes, that happened. Last night at about 3:00am.
For those who know me, I am a fantasy geek. I love fantasy books, fantasy movies, fantasy shows, fantasy gardens - you know, anything to "take me away" for awhile. Now my husband is the polar opposite - for his reading and watching pleasures - if someone isn't bleeding to death, causing someone else to bleed to death, driving cars through the air at 200mph, playing a mean guitar, or wearing cleats and uniforms and throwing balls around - he's not interested. What does that have to do with anything? Keep reading. Don't get me wrong - I too love a mean guitar.
I live in an old farmhouse. So all of our bedrooms are upstairs, and our one bathroom is downstairs - next to the root cellar door. (it's one of those root cellars that has a dirt floor, and my husband often goes down there to fiddle with the furnace or other important things that I have no clue about) I had to get up around 3am and go downstairs, and as I was walking down the hall to the bathroom (it was dark - I didn't want to wake up my brain by turning on the lights) I walked right through what felt like a pile of dirt (and yes, I was in my bare feet).
So, I wiped my feet off and decided I would check it out and clean it up in the morning. I went back upstairs and climbed back into bed - and that's when it started - the conversation, in the dark, while laying in bed - here's how it went...
Me: Ron, why is there a pile of dirt in the hallway?Ron: It's from the cellar
Me: Ok, again, why is there a pile of dirt in the hallway?
Ron: Some guy named Dobby must have done it
Me: Dobby? You mean like a house elf?
Ron: Yep. They live down there. They eat the rats
Me: Rats? We have rats?
Ron: No, the house elves eat them
Me: Well, how do they get down there? You blocked the door from the outside.
Ron: They are small, they can get in.
Me: Ok, well house elves don't eat rats
Ron: Yes they do
Me: No, house elves definately don't eat rats. Trolls eat rats. But it couldn't have been a troll because they are big.
Ron: Now you're just stereotyping. Trolls don't have to be big. It depends on what kind of troll they are.
Me: Well, I'm pretty sure it isn't a troll. I would know if a troll lived in the cellar. They are clumsy and noisy.
Ron: Stop stereotyping the big guys.
now there was about a 15 minute pause of silence where I was almost falling asleep..
Ron: It's molemen.
Me: What?
Ron: Molemen. They are in the cellar.
Me: Ok, what are molemen?
Ron: You know, molemen. They are vicious. They rip the heads off the rats. And they can get in anywhere.
Me: And you know this how?
Ron: Well duh. I saw them
Me: Saw what?
Ron: The bones
Me: What bones? What are you talking about?
Ron: The rat bones - without their heads. Are you not listening to me?
Me: Ok, so vicious molemen made their way into our root cellar and are ripping heads off rats
Ron: No, they are biting the heads off and then eating them
Me: Ok well that's super gross.
Ron: I didn't do it. It is what it is
Me: How do you know it's molemen?
Ron: Well it's obvious isn't it? The proof is in the pile of dirt. I don't know why they would be coming up from the root cellar and into the house though. But they obviously did.
Me: Well, whatever it is you need to get a grip on it. I don't like walking through my house and finding a pile of dirt.
Ron: Ok, maybe I can create a small bridge or damn down there for the trolls - then they can kill the molemen
Me: Then who will kill the rats?
Ron: One thing at a time Terri. Do I look like superman to you?
Ron: Snore.......
Soooooo, yeah, that really happened. I stayed awake for about an hour after that listening to him snore and laughing to myself. I guess when you live with each other for so long something is bound to rub off.
I do have a Minnesota Vikings sweatshirt - but I'm not ready to night-talk about football yet...
