We're getting our kitchen remodeled. Remodeled probably doesn't quite cover what will be done, as a staircase will be removed/moved, everything will get gutted to stud, floor will be replaced, firebox raised, etc., etc., ad nauseum, bank account groans. We have a lovely architect whom I trust completely and we got her via friends who also just "remodeled" (re: completely obliterated and then reconstructed) their kitchen. I spoke with the wife-side of these friends Friday night and she informed me that our architect has a tic: when she agrees with you, she looks at you right through her glasses. When she disagrees with you, she looks at you over her glasses.
Fascinating! Of course I wish I had known this PRIOR to Friday's three-hour session which I madly replayed in my head, trying to remember how exactly she reacted when I proposed certain things. I'm now wondering if I'm going to be able to keep a straight face the next time we meet: will I confirm this tic by stating something wild ("you know when you said you thought this wall would look great in a different color? I was thinking we could pay homage to our favorite sports teams?") or something more mundane ("So -- mixing concrete with shards of antique glass -- I think it goes!").
How I'll keep from giggling I just don't know.
And then, this morning, Mr. ABF was tinkering around on my laptop when I really needed to get a post up, so I grabbed a coffee-table publication (trying to be as vague as possible to spare the innocent) and started leafing through and stumbled upon an article which referred to a local doctor -- with the same last name as one of our Children's point people. So I off-handedly asked Mr. ABF if he thought they might be related, and he of course plugged things into the google and we found . . . . the wedding notice of our Children's point person. You know, the personal ones that they run in a certain big time newspaper? Turns out he's married to someone from an important family (also very interesting), but the hilarity here is that he a) wooed this woman away from a lover with whom she was living with (GO DOCTOR! GO DOCTOR! IT'S YOUR BIRTHDAY!), and b) did so with a mushy letter which they quoted.
Every time I think of this story today, I am brought almost to the point of laughing out loud, it is so funny to know something this personal about someone with whom I have a completely different relationship. I have no idea whether we'll have occasion to talk to any of the Children's people any more (although should we get pregnant -- stop laughing -- and deliver a baby -- I hear you laughing -- they'll all be present in the room), but if I see or even talk to this person again, it will take every fiber of my being not to bust out in giggles or make some reference to the letter.
Which brings me around to today's subject: Do you know something about someone -- something they don't know that you know? Something that makes things awkward? funny? entertaining? (painful?) And NO FAIR telling me things about me. It will only serve to freak me out how much you've googled and I'm tired and can't deal with that stress. Please.