A small glimpse into our weird world:
Me, noting the spouse is wearing field clothes: "You're heading down south."
The spouse: "Yeah, they chased us out of the trench yesterday because it looked like it was going to collapse."
Me, ironically: "Goody."
I spend a great deal of time not thinking about what the spouse is doing, often hundreds of feet underground.
The spouse: "I forgot to tell you that I got an email yesterday. Apparently the head honcho is over in Asia..."
Me, with a sigh: "The earthquake."
The spouse: "Yeah, and he was asking for assistance..."
Me, spluttering through a mouthful of coffee: "No. NO. NO!"
The spouse, holding up his hands in a defensive gesture: "Not to worry, I've got too much going on..."
Me: "Yeah!" and I start listing all the cases he's working on, two of which are huge, emotional, and very high profile.
The spouse: "And anyway, two other people stepped up immediately..."
Me: "Well, here's your hole card: 'Sorry, but my wife is chasing a rock band around North America and I have to stay home with the kids.'"
The spouse, brightening: "Hey, I like that."
Not that he likes my itinerary; he likes being able to blame his inability to drop everything on my antics.
The spouse: "Ok, well I'm off to go stand in my sewer trench..."
Me: "SEWER TRENCH? You didn't tell me you were in a sewer trench. You mean that stuff you put in the washing machine yesterday was in a sewer trench?"
The spouse, sheepishly: "Well...yeah. I didn't tell you? Sorry."
Go listen to some music: "Livin' on the Edge" from the album Big Ones by Aerosmith.