The married life.

The following are things that all occured within the last few days that are hilarious to "us" as a couple and make sense to "us" as a couple, which are either "silly" or "weird" or "not funny" to others.

Adam discovered this very hilarious berry-eating technique that we eloquently call 'shoving a blueberry inside a raspberry'. The site of that still makes me go into hysterics."Silly"?

When Adam and I went to Greece, we saw beautiful peacocks which of course I took pictures of. Before I had time to exclaim 'peacocks!', Adam incorrectly exclaimed, 'ITS A PHEASANT'!. Then, when showing our vacation photos to his best friend, his best friend similarly exclaimed, "A pheasant!". My life then crumbled because both of them are a) wrong b) absurd and c) practically dating.

Ever since, it has been a dream of ours to find an antique painting of a pheasant to hang in our bathroom. Why antique? Who would paint a pheasant these days? Why the bathroom? Where else would you want to put a picture of a pheasant?

We went to Newburyport last week and went to Oldies Marketplace which is an enormous, well-organized, well-priced wearhouse of antiques that would take about four hours to walk through if you wanted to see everything. We were coming to our end of our browsing--with nothing but an antique wine rack in tow--disappointed that of all the bird paintings on the walls and stacked in corners there were no pheasants. On our way to the cash register we popped into one last section and

ITS A PHEASANT. There was a tag on it that literally said "Pheasant painting". It was $40. It's now hanging next to our ketubah by the front entrance. Why not the bathroom? Our bathroom has wall paper and we rent. I really thought this dream would've taken longer to achieve, but now we have the rest of our lives to spend with our pheasant painting. "Weird"?


Adam and I play ladder ball, at times. We both usually play poorly. I started wiping the floor with Adam on my last turn. It was 12 to 20, me, and you have to get to 21. I ended up throwing a "3" and a "1", way beyond the required. Adam flew into a rage and threw (rather than lobbed) his ballsack "bolo" as hard as he could at the ladder.

That's my one-pointer. And the broken shards of our ladder ball. "Not funny"?


Furthermore, we walked our cat on a harness again, but more on that later...