From the mind of Miss J...
The Unexpected Joys of the Sam Elliott Complex:
I have to say, when I started keeping company with the Dairy Ninja, there were benefits that I knew would come standard issue in a May-December relationship, such as ours:
· A level of maturity (remote control cars notwithstanding) that is greater than that of my male
contemporaries · Consistent opening of doors (both car and restaurant) · Steady employment (his, not mine) · Never having to wash my car or take out the trash again
I never anticipated the multiple opportunities for humor, such as the cartoon depiction of actual events above. I forget, sometimes (ok, most of the time…) that while he was actually ALIVE during the 80’s, he wasn’t actually paying any attention, at all, to the popular music of the era. Only if it was country, or SO mainstream that it hit you over the head at every turn, would it even appear as a blip on his radar. Even then, he won’t usually be able to connect a musician’s name to the correct song.
John Hughes films are another black hole in his font of pop-culture knowledge. The other day we were watching an old episode of Psych, wherein the main characters attend their high school reunion (and solve a murder, but hey, some people are just overachievers.) They were dropping movie references left and right. Breakfast Club, Pretty in Pink, Sixteen Candles… I was rolling (especially the one where Shawn was sitting in the autoshop car, having a meaningful conversation with his dad, and then asked if he could borrow his underwear for ten minutes…) The perplexed look on the Dairy Ninja’s face made it even funnier…
It’s important to be with someone who makes you laugh every day. Whether you are laughing with them, or at them, is of little consequence. So long as there is laughing… because it’s all about the funny.
From the Conductor...
I've said it before, and I'll say it again; I could probably fill an entire series just following these two around with a notepad and sketch book.