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Wednesday July 25, 2007

Today Christy and I were doing some final editing on our manuscript.  After hours of poring over double-spaced typewritten pages looking for previous red editing marks and making new ones, we were both getting tired of sitting and tired of thinking.  It took more and more effort to work and all we wanted was to stick the entire project in the microwave and get it finished.  While we may not have lived in the same area for the last five years, we’ve still both got the same strange sense of humor.  We got to a point of disagreement over punctuation.  Earlier in the afternoon it would have caused a five minute roadblock while Christy remembered the grammar rules and I declared my English teacher would have called it a comma splice.  By now we were too tired for that.  “Yeah, well, I’m always right.  Don’t worry about it.”  Christy said, just a little too quickly.  I didn’t mess around, “Except for when I am … and we differ.”  And both of us went into gales of belly laughter that gave us enough energy to keep going.  And to think I used to wonder why no one got my “jokes” around here.  (They still don’t.  I just gave up trying to be sarcastically funny except with my husband who can spar right back with the best of them.  Oh, I love him.)

9 thoughts on “Wednesday July 25, 2007

  1. ewaldro

    I can’t wait to see the finished product, although I guess I don’t need it anymore. Why couldn’t you have written it about 6 years ago? Ah yes, you have to marry someone who understands your sense of humor. I wonder if that’s one of their compatibility areas on Eharmony?! I married into a family who has their own unique brand of humor. When everyone’s together, everyone talks at once, and we are so loud that I fear that we will be kicked out at hotels. There’s nothing like family fun!

  2. emicow

    hey- sounds like you two are having fun! I’m anticipating reading your book- I know it’s gonna be good! You can be sarcastic all you want to…. πŸ™‚ I like that side of you.

  3. asicit

    I think families pass on their own brand of sarcasm., like blood type.We *usually* know how far we can go before offense is taken.

    We heard missionaries from Afghanistan speak today. The wife said there are no Wal-Marts in Afghanistan, but there’s a “target” on every corner. Ouch. That’s my kind of humor.

     But no humor is as funny as the self-deprecating kind.

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