My husband and I have a special relationship. I know this because we not only live together, have two children together and we WORK together and have managed to stay married to each other for coming up on nine years.
Not only do we work together in the same office, but we share an actual room in that office. One room, two desks, no divider. As I sit here I can look diagonally to my right and there he is sitting at his computer.
I think it's a great testament that after all this time we've not killed each other. Most couples couldn't help themselves.
While working with my husband I am often privvy to conversations he has because his phone conversations are "in my bubble". I can't help it if I have a big bubble. I think it might be genetic.
On the particular day in question this is the conversation I hear:
"Hi Judy, I need two nipples. [pause, then some chortling] It's for my big gray hose."
I lean over and try to look around his monitor. Even leaning over I still can't see him.
He continues, "I don't care what color they are as long as they're the right size."
Obviously he's an equal-opportunity nipple seeker.
"Okay, I'll be down to see you this afternoon!"
He hangs up the phone and says, "Good news, honey, Judy has the nipples I need. Now we can get the pool running."
Well, thank goodness for Judy.