What's It Like, Being Married To A Scientist?
Vignette 1: Hiking on a nature trail.
Rich: Oh, look at that. What species of tree is that?
Me: It looks like a maple.
Rich: No, that's the tree next to it. Look carefully.
Me: Hm...an ash?
Rich: No. Guess again.
Me: A beech?
Rich: Nope.
Me: I give up.
Rich: It's a (rattles off Latin name)
Me; OK, what's that in English?
Rich: I don't remember.
Vignette 2:
Me: So, Mr. Meteorologist...what's the weather going to be today?
Rich: The sun will come up....then approximately 11 hours later, it will go down.
Me: Very funny. The weather forecast, please.
Rich: I don't know, I haven't seen the paper yet.
Rich: Oh, look at that. What species of tree is that?
Me: It looks like a maple.
Rich: No, that's the tree next to it. Look carefully.
Me: Hm...an ash?
Rich: No. Guess again.
Me: A beech?
Rich: Nope.
Me: I give up.
Rich: It's a (rattles off Latin name)
Me; OK, what's that in English?
Rich: I don't remember.
Vignette 2:
Me: So, Mr. Meteorologist...what's the weather going to be today?
Rich: The sun will come up....then approximately 11 hours later, it will go down.
Me: Very funny. The weather forecast, please.
Rich: I don't know, I haven't seen the paper yet.
posted by craigellachie at 7:57 AM
1 Comments:
what a hoot!
My hubby'd be "it's a tree" and he'd know whether the wood were good for lumber, or fire making, or possibly a table.
Abbie would know what pixie is associated with it, and how Shakespeare immortalized it.
Robby would break a branch off and whack weeds along the side of the trail.
And Katie would climb it.
i'd sit down under it and read!
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