I have been keeping all my big feels in this space, but I rarely record the small moments of absurdity and fun that I seek every day. I want to share some small moments. Very small moments.
While watching a pitchfork being used as a fire poker, this exchanged happened between me and my husband.
Me: Why don’t we have a pitchfork? I feel like we should own a pitchfork.
Erik: We don’t need a pitchfork.
Me: You don’t plan on joining any angry mobs?
Erik: I plan on running from them.
Erik: I know a protagonist when I am one.
On a walk through our neighborhood, I found a nerf dart stuck into a rhodedendron and plucked it like a flower.
Me: Nerf tree.
Erik: (laughing, but his eye is caught by another tree) Oh look at these leaves!
Me: That is not Nerf. That is Nothing.
Erik and I spent an afternoon at a park on Fox Island, on a long rocky spit buffeted by constant wind. We took a slushy there with us, and promptly upon finishing, Erik scooped up a cup full of rocks, jammed the straw back in it, and proclaimed it a free refill.
We have been in a fifteen year competition to make the other person laugh the most. I know I’m losing. He is much funnier than I am. But also, I win.