A strange set of circumstances intersected today:
1. Emile has lost 30 pounds. Many of his clothes are loose. Many of mine are as well.
2. I am anxious, stressed and not sleeping. When I don’t get enough sleep, I get delirious and unpredictable.
3. We are packing and consolidating. Therefore when we found two more-than-half full bottles of Grand Marnier, they were combined leaving about 4 ozs left. Not enough to pack, too much to toss. It needed consumption.
While we sat downstairs trying to make decisions about what to keep, sell and toss, we passed the bottle back and forth. It was about 11:30 am. As I sorted kitchen things, Emile worked in the other corner of the room going through computer, stereo and electronic items.
I successfully finished off a box and moved it to the completed pile. As I turned around, my eye caught a round white object glinting at me. My husband was standing there with a great big moon waiting for me to notice. Flapping his butt cheeks at me for no reason at all. His shorts could slip off so easily, you see, and why not moon his wife? I gawked and giggled. What the hell?
But back at it – we have things to do. One was to review what is in the garage – catalogue and do the same sort. I don’t really remember what I said or did, but Emile threatened me with another moon. Not one to respond rationally all the time, I threatened him back. And so we mooned each other.
Emile was not to be out done. “I’m going to moon the next car that comes by”, he says. What?!
Now remember: No Sleep, Grand Marnier, Stress, easy slip off pants and potential to be outdone by my husband. We moved to the front of the house, whipped down our pants and hung our butts out in the direction of the street. And waited.
August 16th, 2012 Extra-Ordinary: Reports of Nudity in Muskoka are Greatly Exaggerated, I’m sure. I love this man.