My husband does public policy work on energy issues. Consequently, last night when we got into bed he wanted to tell me some complicated information about our state's gas tax laws.
He is my husband and I love him, so I dutifully said,
"Mmmm, I see."
"Wow honey" at all the appropriate times.
He then went on to tell me something about how the President had signed some law that made a tax break related to college saving plans permanent and this was a good thing... and something about the year 2010.
I know better than to have said, "Huh?" If I had, then he would have explained in GREAT DETAIL. Because he handles our finances in an unbelievably meticulous way - to the point where he schedules quarterly meetings with me so he can show me his power point presentation on the state of the household finances - I trust that whatever he was saying about the college savings plans was a good thing. Again I peppered the conversation with the affirmations mentioned above at all the right conversational intervals.
He finally ran himself out of things to say and there was a period of quiet.
I rolled over and told him I loved him, because I do, and then I kissed him.
This kissing caused a stirring that led to a great earthly vibration.
Crickets rubbed their wings together.
Dragonflies flitted gaily about.
Hummingbirds hovered in mid-air.
A flock of geese took off in flight.
A lone lute string sang out a high note.
And a quarter sawn headboard made a squeaky noise I had never heard before.
When it was all over, he said,
"Wow. I'm going to have to talk about college savings accounts at bedtime more often."
To which I replied, "You had me at state gas tax."