Who You Calling Smarty Pants?
Last night I posted this on Facebook and because I know some of you guys don’t do Facebook, I wanted to re-post it here to keep you up-to-speed.
News flash! Honey told me tonight that they are doing a documentary on a documentary. Yeah, I did a double take too. Who knew? Well, I’m going to know because (according to him) it’s so freaking compelling we’re discussing it over coffee tomorrow morning. *drums fingers on desk* It better be about naked super model guys or how to save the planet. That’s all I’m saying. Otherwise he’s taking a huge risk here.
So, with coffee in hand and my mind sharp from a good night’s sleep I wait with bated breath for this “compelling” discussion to begin. Here it is:
Me, “You mentioned them doing a documentary on a documentary?”
Honey, “Yes. You see…”
I must pause here and do a mental list for the groceries, because I know when Honey starts with “You see” he’s going to take a while to get to the point. And I was right, so you’re welcome. I just saved you from a lot of extraneous details you didn’t need to know to get the gist of our “compelling” conversation.
Here’s Honey wrapping it up, “So the guys who were making the documentary about the great white shark were stump. After they tagged it and followed it around for months the last informational data from the homing device that came to them was the shark going down to a depth that was unheard of for their species, and get this. The shark’s body temperature went up when it should have gone down.”
I stared at him as if I were watching paint peeling. That’s it? “Hm. I’d say they had their own shark Bermuda Triangle thing happening, if there was a mystery. But there’s not a mystery here. I know exactly what happened.”
He sits back and crosses his arms over his chest. “Okay, Miss Smarty Pants. Tell me.”
“The shark was bitten by a killer whale. Old Moby took that piece with the remote device attached and swallowed it, hence the temperature increase. Then he dove down to the depth his species is known to go and had himself one bad case of indigestion.”
Bah! The look on Honey’s face? Priceless. There was absolute silence while he studied me for a few seconds, before he uncrossed his arms and leaned forward, asking, “How the hell did you figure that out so quickly? It took my some time, but I figured it out too. How do you do that?”
“Easy.” I shrugged. “If I were going to write that in a story that’s how I would have written it.”
He shook his head. “Amazing.”
“No.” I dragged that small word out in a patronizing way. “What’s amazing is you being surprised by anything I do at this point in our lives. It’s kinda scary actually.”
He deadpans. “Yeah it is.”
*sigh* Coffee time was very subdued after that. Until I mentioned I wanted the spare room – he just finished painting- redone in a different color. Then the conversation was quite lively. Very colorful too. >.< In the end I had to barter to get what I want…heheheh. Not really, but he thinks it’s an even swap and that’s all that’s important, right? We’ll and this. 
Riley
