As bloggers we already share a lot of our lives but usually it is just the highlights or the mundane with a little bit of spit shine. This post is a conversation we had a few nights ago-- to the best that we can remember which gives a good glimpse of what life is really like around here.
Setting: It was bedtime and we were just settling down to some reading in bed, with Arthur reading an Anatomy and Physiology textbook and Alex reading a daily devotion out of Psalms.
Arthur: Wow. Muscle cells can be up to 30 centimeters in length.
Alex: 37 meters? That can't be right.
Arthur: No, centimeters not thirty seven meters.
We continued reading and Alex hastily got up and left the room. A few minutes later Arthur enters the kitchen for a glass of water and finds Alex wearing a bathroom digging in the trash.
Arthur (with chuckling): What in the world are you doing? I'm glad I walked in here to witness this.
Alex (with slight frustration as she continues to dig): I'm looking for a hummingbird.
Arthur: A hummingbird? It's past 10pm, why are you doing this now?
Alex: I had a patient give me this (holding up a small glass trinket). There is a hummingbird that broke off the edge. I threw it away since I don't need more knick-knacks. But then as I was reading my passage in Psalms it talked about having a clear conscience and if he asks me about it I can't lie. So I'm trying to find it and I'll keep it until he's no longer my patient.
The hummingbird was located and we were curled up in bed again.
Alex: Aren't you glad you have such a trustworthy wife who has such a guilty conscience about small things that she couldn't even sleep.
Arthur: Yes. (A few seconds pass) So what do you really think of the green sweater I got you for Christmas a few years ago.
Alex feels slightly uncomfortable with this question and begins to squirm (literally). Arthur throws a large arm over her to wrap her into bear hug.
Alex: This must be what it feels like to be attacked by a large squid in your sleep.
Finally we were able to slip into a peacefully slumber as wrongs about a hummingbird were made right and deep dark secrets about a green sweater were revealed. Omnia Vincit Amor.
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