It is Valentine’s Day. I walk downstairs to the breakfast table and discover a homemade crossword puzzle, part of my husband’s gift for me. As soon as Mister goes down for his nap, I sit down with my pencil and dive in. I quickly fill in things from our past: Hickory Crayfish = Crawdads, RIU drink of choice = Mojito, Wet Canadian boat = Maid of the Mist…the puzzle is full of things we’ve done, places we’ve been, and events significant to us. How romantic! But, I’m embarrassed to say, a few clues have me stumped. Most frequented date site in Hickory? I don’t remember any dates. We were too poor and too busy. Pass gas here? Bathroom doesn’t fit. Neither do “Not the Bed” or “Not the Dinner Table.”* My husband would make the answer be “anywhere,” but that doesn’t fit either. That gets me thinking. Where is it okay to pass gas? That sounds like a story.
Where have your found your most suprising source of inspiration?
*This makes more sense if you have a little background. We only have a few house rules:
1. Take the trash out if you’re the one to fill the bag.
2. Replace the toilet paper roll if it is low.
3. Don’t pass gas at the dinner table, in bed, or in a car or other closed space (unless it is a trip longer than 3 hours).
My husband often breaks rule #3.