Come Be a Fly on Our Wall.

Ever wish you could be a fly on the wall in someone's house? I do. I'm nosy like that.

Like, what do they really talk about? Who are these people when no one else is around?

Well, for your comedic relief and for my memory to retain this precious conversation, I'm giving you such an opportunity.

Come be a fly on our wall.

Scene: 10:30pm, snuggled in, ready for bed, Monday night.

Me: "So, you're going into work tomorrow {morning}? Gonna go werk? You know, with an 'E'."

Silence. Half-smile from Jason.

Jason: "Um, yeah, I'm going into work tomorrow after breakfast..."

Me: "Wait, do you even know what werk means?"

Jason: "Work with an 'E'? That makes no sense. I don't even know what you're talking about!"

Me: {laughing hysterically, nearly convulsing, snorting on occassion} "Oh, honey! Like, for real? You haven't heard of 'werk?' You know...{insert super-sassy head roll and pouted duck-lips} 'Boy, yo betta WERK!"

Jason: {becoming slighly annoyed} "No, dear, I don't know..."

Me: "As in...werk! Werk it out! As in...get it! As in...do. yo. thang."

Blank stare.

Me: "You know? Ru Paul? {begins singing very animated} 'Werk! Cover girl! Werk it, gurl. Do yo thang....on the runway...Shashay, Shantay!'

Jason: "You have to remember, I'm from the back woods of Canada. I'm not from Flint {MI, known as the 'crime capital of America'}.I watched Sesame Street. You're just too urban for me."

Me: {losing it laughing again} "Oh. My. Gosh."

End scene.

Let's just say Jason and I grew up in entirely different environments. While he was memorizing Scripture through Awana's at church, I prided myself in knowing all the lyrics to every Madonna and Michael Jackson song.

We both have amazing parents, we just lived in very different places with parents who had different approaches to life. Oh, the fun when all of it comes spilling out at 10:30 at night!

Through Unspeakable Joy,

Laura