James and I had a hilarious conversation the other night which will probably lose oodles in the transcribing.
He was going to bed and was very tired; I was standing next to our bed, and saying goodnight. He said something about did I see that Kathy Bates was going to be on a tv show in the latest EWeekly? I said, Yes, I did see that, what show was it?
At this point, he’s got his bipap mask on so he’s really drowsy and doesn’t want to have a big conversation. I start guessing various shows we watch.
shakes his head ‘no’.
“24?” (no) “Big Bang Theory?” (no) “Nurse Jackie?”
He makes the sign for “OK” with his thumb and finger. Now we’re playing charades. OK! OK? Nurse Jackie? (no)
O? O? Zero? He’s nodding. Zero. Then he makes the sign again. O? Zero – O. Huh.
He’s moving on.
Draws letters in the air with his finger. Except the letters are right-ways from HIS perspective.
P? NO! F? Yes!
ZERO OF?! NO!
Somehow we get some more letters. an I. C. E.
He’s lifting his face mask to tell me this is easy. I am laughing so hard I can barely speak.
Ice. Zero O O O O F
My sides hurt and tears are streaming down my face, as I lean against the bed in pain. I declare I cannot understand how we watch any show named Oof Ice.
Finally, exasperatedly, he tells me. The Office.
Oh, yeah. The Office! OofIce!
And then I made myself a small dish of Tin Roof Sundae Ice Cream and proceeded to collapse in laughter all over again. rrrrrrrrOofICECREAMSUNDAE!
We’re weird, but hey. Laughter is good!