Editor’s note: This column was originally published March 11, 2016.
So the hubby and I indulged in a bit of fun and sun a few weeks ago to celebrate our wedding anniversary. We drove 20 hours due south, ending up on South Padre Island, Texas. It was where we had made our hotel reservations, so it worked out well.
Twenty hours in the car. Each direction. Within seven days. That’s a lot of togetherness.
I took along my Kindle with ample material from my favorite author, two tablets loaded with movies to keep me entertained on the drive, a charger for each device and an extension cord... just in case they all needed charged at the same time. Believe me, it comes in more handy that you might imagine. (I can only imagine how awful traveling with me ‘pre-device’ must have been!)
Unfortunately for hubby, I still had plenty of time to share obscure things that would momentarily enter my thoughts. This included everything from scenic observations to random and useless information I have stored in reserves.
As we were listening to Harry Chapin’s “Cat’s in the Cradle” play on the radio, it came to me he is the nephew of actress who played Jim Anderson’s daughter, Kitten, in “Father Knows Best.”
“Xanadu” was a terrible waste of 96 minutes of my life when I was 16 years old.
I’ll never get back the two hours I spent watching “Magic Mike” in 2012.
Women can detect certain smells better than men, and in my case it includes the odorant added to propane and natural gas.
Left-handed people are more likely to avoid spiral notebooks... think about it.
Until we had cellphones, we didn’t ask “where are you?” when speaking to people on the phone.
Humphrey Bogart never said “Play it again, Sam” in Casablanca.
You can’t inhale through your nose and talk at the same time.
It’s impossible to say “good eye might” without sounding Australian.
“We’re going to need a bigger boat” was ad-libbed in “Jaws.”
If you search “askew” in Google, the page in your browser will tilt.
Some people actually CAN lick their elbow.
An ear of corn has one silk for each kernel.
Women blink more often than men.
Oh, I could go on and on.
Isn’t it funny how much ‘stuff’ we mentally collect? Although after 34 years of wedded bliss, I don’t think hubby finds anything humorous about it.
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