A Peek into the Intimate Intellectual Life of a Long-Married Couple, Part 17:
(I made pancakes for breakfast today. Later this morning, Karen and I will visit friends, a wife and husband who both happen to be Superior Court judges.)
Karen: What's that white powder on your shirt?
Karen: (Unamused glare.)
Brian: I probably shouldn't wear my cocaine shirt to a judge's house.
Karen: TWO judges!
Brian: It could be pancake flour.
Karen: That's our story and we're sticking to it.
Karen (Looking over a griddle full of flapjacks): This is when my mom would put a pat of butter on each pancake.
Brian: I always liked the idea. Didn't love the execution.
Karen: You didn't like melted butter on your pancakes?
Brian: It just makes a wet puddle in the middle of your pancake.
Karen: A wet puddle of BUTTER!
Brian: My mom didn't do that.
Karen: If she really loved you, she would have.
This has been a peek into the intimate intellectual life of a long-married couple.