I accidentally eavesdropped on my husband. I've finally caught my breath after laughing so hard. First, you should know that My twin sister would be so proud of me. I've been doing absolutely nothing that has to do with Secret Speakers. I've been VEDGING.
So, today while in the middle of doing absolutely nothing that has to do with writing and INSTEAD getting my hands dirty in the garden, and eating lunch on the front porch followed with some good Amano chocolate (which I bought from the place where they make it, three minutes from my house), I called my husband to see if he's up for watching my sister's dog Piper (alias Pooper, Peeper, Hyper: names given by my sister, NOT me) for a few days since she and her family are in Mexico--a trip I decided NOT to take so I could stay home and take a vacation. (Whew. I'm out of breath. That was a long sentence.)
Well, he (Patrick, not Piper, who is a girl) tends to get distracted, and he hit the answer button and forgot he'd answered, so I listened to him hammer, chat and work away while building some sort of Hacking Tower for his falcon with his buddy Ricardo Velarde (master knife maker as in worth hundreds of dollars a piece) up in Park City. I haven't had such a good time eavesdropping in a long time. I've had all sorts of peeks into his world when he gets distracted like that. But I won't tell. By the way, that's my guy after he spent a couple of days building raised garden beds.
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