what's my husband's name again?...

the governor is not the only crazy one who lives at his house. no, don't worry, his wife is sort of a nutjob as well.

case and point: october 31st, halloween, roughly 2 o'clock PM.

phone rings. "hello?"

"hi sarah, can you please tell [the governor] to remember to bring home some halloween candy for the trick-or-treaters tonight?"

issue #1: she's calling from a store she owns about 20 minutes away. this is how far the governor would have to drive from here to get to somewhere that sells halloween candy.

issue #2: her store is right next to a cvs. she could spit on it from where she's calling me. she could open her window, reach out, and knock on their window (if they had windows. do they?...). if she sneezed while on the phone with me, someone working in that particular cvs would probably hear it and, knowing the people who work there, she'd probably be able to hear it when one of them said "bless you."

issue #3: "um, actually, he just left for a doctors appointment. but he's in his car, you could try his car phone!"

"oh, could you call him and remind him? i don't know the number."

now, he's had that car longer than i've known him. and guess who's been married to him the whole time he's had it? (hint: if you guessed me, you're wrong.)

sometimes i wonder how she puts up with him. and sometimes i wonder how he puts up with her. i NEVER wonder how he made it to wife #5.

i guess it just all comes out even in the end.