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MrBug and I went to The Home Depot, today. I suspect we're addicted to the place, now, and will have to find 'eau de lumber' scent to help wean ourselves away from the place once the addition is finished. We went for some 2'x 3's to frame in the closet part of the addition and to buy its bi-fold door. Something about that place puts us both in an odd mood (huffing too much raw wood, probably) and, while we were standing in line, boredom brought out my inner Noodge.
"Psst. Mr.," I call (the length of a 5' dolly plus about a foot and a half of wood overhanging it separates us in the line). MrBug looks up from the closet door installation instructions he's reading. I hold up a package of glue from the 'last-minute, impulse-buy' display and show it to him a la hand model. He gives me a humoring nod and goes back to reading the instructions. I put the glue back and pick up a mini flashlight. "Pssst. Mr!" I call. He looks up, I wave my hand under the package and then pause, hand cupped below it, to show him just how wonderful the flashlight is. He nods but, this time, a small smile pulls at his mouth as if to say, "you're not going to leave this alone, are you?". He knows me too well. I go through most of the contents of the display while waiting our turn in line. Each one, I "psst" him until he looks and acknowledges the display. As we move closer to the register, there's a 'tear-off' advertisement for "how to install windows and siding" zip-stripped to a pole. I tear one off and, "ppsssssttt", get MrBug's attention. He takes the ad from me when I wave it at him, glances at it then wads it up with a mild contemptuous curl to his lip (he's been in construction for years; he's installed both often enough NOT to need help). Now, he's giving me a warning look so, of course, I have to slowly tear off another one and hand it to him as he's mouthing 'no'. He takes it and, knowing the mood I'm in, folds it and puts it in his pocket to keep me from tearing off another.
For the next several minutes, we noodge eachother. (Yes, at times we become like two overgrown children left without supervision).
We finally get our turn at the register and head outside but, now, we've worked ourselves up to a heightened stage of giddiness. MrBug insists we buy something to drink from an outside vendor so I go over and purchase two Snapple iced teas. Evidently, they now write little factoids inside the lid. MrBug reads his and starts laughing so I ask him to share. "A duck can't walk without bobbing its head", it reads. He's laughing because, he says, "Now, I want to find a duck and make it walk while I hold its head still."
Immediately, my imagination conjures up a picture of a duck in a full metal head/neck injury get-up with bolts and rods and wingnuts keeping it rigid and stationary. If that isn't bad enough, I'm picturing it frozen in the act of trying to step forward, unable to move because its neck won't correspond in motion.
I share this with him and the both of us start laughing like idiots, stumbling across the parking lot, nearly in tears, laughing over the image of this poor, harassed duck.
I'd like to blame The Home Depot - say that it's a high concentration of fertilizer fumes in the warehouse - but I'm afraid it might just be us....
"Psst. Mr.," I call (the length of a 5' dolly plus about a foot and a half of wood overhanging it separates us in the line). MrBug looks up from the closet door installation instructions he's reading. I hold up a package of glue from the 'last-minute, impulse-buy' display and show it to him a la hand model. He gives me a humoring nod and goes back to reading the instructions. I put the glue back and pick up a mini flashlight. "Pssst. Mr!" I call. He looks up, I wave my hand under the package and then pause, hand cupped below it, to show him just how wonderful the flashlight is. He nods but, this time, a small smile pulls at his mouth as if to say, "you're not going to leave this alone, are you?". He knows me too well. I go through most of the contents of the display while waiting our turn in line. Each one, I "psst" him until he looks and acknowledges the display. As we move closer to the register, there's a 'tear-off' advertisement for "how to install windows and siding" zip-stripped to a pole. I tear one off and, "ppsssssttt", get MrBug's attention. He takes the ad from me when I wave it at him, glances at it then wads it up with a mild contemptuous curl to his lip (he's been in construction for years; he's installed both often enough NOT to need help). Now, he's giving me a warning look so, of course, I have to slowly tear off another one and hand it to him as he's mouthing 'no'. He takes it and, knowing the mood I'm in, folds it and puts it in his pocket to keep me from tearing off another.
For the next several minutes, we noodge eachother. (Yes, at times we become like two overgrown children left without supervision).
We finally get our turn at the register and head outside but, now, we've worked ourselves up to a heightened stage of giddiness. MrBug insists we buy something to drink from an outside vendor so I go over and purchase two Snapple iced teas. Evidently, they now write little factoids inside the lid. MrBug reads his and starts laughing so I ask him to share. "A duck can't walk without bobbing its head", it reads. He's laughing because, he says, "Now, I want to find a duck and make it walk while I hold its head still."
Immediately, my imagination conjures up a picture of a duck in a full metal head/neck injury get-up with bolts and rods and wingnuts keeping it rigid and stationary. If that isn't bad enough, I'm picturing it frozen in the act of trying to step forward, unable to move because its neck won't correspond in motion.
I share this with him and the both of us start laughing like idiots, stumbling across the parking lot, nearly in tears, laughing over the image of this poor, harassed duck.
I'd like to blame The Home Depot - say that it's a high concentration of fertilizer fumes in the warehouse - but I'm afraid it might just be us....
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