things Juan says when I'm sorting beads

[elisem]

Well, OK, just one particular thing. But it still makes me laugh as if it's the first time. Long ago he poked his head into my workshop while I was sorting in some new beads, and said cheerfully, "Counting flax seeds, sweetie?"

(Half a century ago, there were stories about supernatural creatures that could be distracted if one strewed seeds in front of them, because they'd start counting the seeds and not be able to stop until they'd done all of them.)

Edited to add: Whether or not the supernatural creatures had ADHD with hyperfocus the way I do is an open question, I guess.

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[azurelunatic]

*grin*

[pameladean]

A beautifully Juanish joke.

P.

[elisem]

Did I ever tell you about the jokes that Juan and Mike shared, playing catch with mirth? My favorite iteration was one that happened some while after our group memory had been refreshed on the topic of the Groucho Marx bit about the elephant, which one of us had quoted in one version or another.

Now, when I wake up, all too often I wake up already embarked upon a sentence. This, I am told, is disconcerting if the person who wakes up beside me is still figuring out what planet they're on, let alone which languages they speak there. Juan told Mike that he himself had developed a habit of rising two or three hours before I did, in self-defense, "...because she wakes up talking about Schopenhauer." Whereupon Mike and Juan shared a look of affectionate commiseration, which was sufficiently adorable that it gave me the giggles something fierce.

Shortly thereafter I was waking up at Mike's place. The previous day we had been discussing details of an upcoming trip the three of us would be embarking upon. As usual, I woke up in the midst of thinking about a particular itinerary item, and immediately said something about it to Mike. He blinked at me, then picked up a pen from the nearest flat surface, held it as if he were Groucho with a cigar, and said, "How Schopenhauer got in my pajamas..." The Lioness dissolved into giggles, and Mike looked very pleased with himself. "... aaand scene," as he would say.

Of course I told Juan when I got home, and he was amused.

The John M. Ponytail Joke Exchange was a hoot and a half to live with.

[ckd]

This is utterly delightful. Thanks for sharing it!

[pameladean]

You did! Since I was a "what planet am I on" person. That joke exchange was a rare, beautiful, and profoundly goofy thing.

P.