The other night, Rob and I were watching one of our "murder shows" wherein actual crimes are reinacted and the detectives who figured it out get to explain how they did it. In one episode, body parts were found floating in a river, wrapped in plastic garbage bags. The narrator intoned solemnly, "Now the detectives need to determine who this person was...." which made Rob say suddenly, "Bob." I glanced at him, thinking he'd lost his cookies (possibly into the monogramed blanket Jean gave us as a wedding present, which we keep on the couch to snuggle under. Then I remembered we were having ice cream for dessert.).

"They found it floating in the river didn't they? That must mean his name's 'Bob,'" said Sheepy.

Last night as he was on his way to rescue someone in EQ, Rob fell off a boat. I figured this out after distilling through the cussing what his problem was. That I knew why he's upset has never made Rob not explain why in exhaustive details in case I missed anything. "I fell off this boat, and here I am in the water..."

To which I responded, "Bob." Which interrupted the, shall we say, flow of his discourse and we both started laughing. I'm so sure the neighbors are concerned that we are too easily amused.