Last weekend, a friend of ours made the most interesting comment: "I'd love to be a fly on the wall at your house." Melissa and I looked at each other and started laughing.
Perhaps her comment was influenced by our surroundings. We were at Melissa's company's party; after-party, actually, as we all ended up at a local dance club. Since we were having quite a bit of fun, pehaps she thought this is where we hung out every weekend.
We're not a boring, old couple but neither are we the life of the party.
We are, however, always exciting to at least one of us. Occasionally, we are exciting to both of us.
We have two basic conversations at the house:
Me: Oh, come on! That was [holding, traveling, a strike]!!!
Melissa: Isn't there anything else on?
or
Melissa: So, Carly was going to marry Jax but then she got involved with Sonny who had previously shot her in the head. Then Maxi faked her own pregnancy so she could marry Lucky, who may get a divorce from Elizabeth since her baby's daddy may be Jason. [By the way, these are real story lines.]
Me: Isn't there anything else on?
The weekend before Christmas, Melissa and I cleaned in anticipation of her parent's arrival the next day. Even after everything was cleaned, the house still looked like it was lacking something. The lighting, we decided. So at 11 pm, my wife decided to run down to Home Depot and purchase higher wattage bulbs.
We had our wrapping party that night and Brooke came over. As I changed out the bulbs in the living room and breakfast nook, the entire house lit up. Melissa and I got very excited and could barely contain ourselves. Brooke looked at us with a smirk on her face and busted out in loud laughter. "Look at yourselves", she said, "you are so sad and pitiful being excited about light bulbs!"