Can I Get That On Video?
“Sometimes I wonder what happened to my brain,” Rabbit said.
My mouth twitched into a smile. I tried like hell not to grin at this golden opportunity, but it was impossible. After all, how often do I get handed something like this?
“Gee, I wish I had that on video.”
“That didn’t come out right,” Rabbit mumbled.
We were bundled in bed for the evening, Rabbit reading a science magazine, while I happily blazed through a metaphysical, voodoo, mumbo-jumbo keeper of a tome. Difficult as it was to stop reading this feast for my eyes, I laid my book aside and turned to look at my husband.
“Hun, if I go get my camera, would you repeat that for me?”
“No.”
“You’re never gonna let me put you on You Tube, huh?”
“No.”
“But, Rabs, this is the spice of life. This is how intimate relationships are forged. This is—
“Hun!”
“ ‘K. Going back to my book now.”
After reading two lines, Rabbit sighed and said, “I was just thinking.”
“Well, you know how dangerous that can be,” I muttered.
“Not as dangerous as you thinking,” he quickly returned.
“Good one.”
“No, seriously….” Rabbit continued. “When I was younger, I could actually hold a thought in my head. Nowadays, I have a thought about something I want to do, or build, or invent, and then….later on….I try to remember what I was going to do and some of the details are missing.”
“Yeah. I know what you mean. I remember when my butt wasn’t dragging the floor.”
“It’s frustrating.”
“Aging sucks,” I agreed. “The only good thing about aging is that you have a license to be silly…the excuse is always there…I’m old, what do you expect.”
Rabbit turned the page of his magazine. I turned the page of my book. Mooch yawned, stretched, and kicked my shin hard as she repositioned herself at the foot of the bed. She was slowly inching her way toward the head of the bed, where she could rest her head on my pillow. This was a feat she worked toward every night, until she had to go to her own bed at “lights out.”
I closed my book. “Let’s go ghost hunting.”
“We’ve tried that. Several times. You keep giggling,” Rabbit reminded me.
“Do you think anyone will ever believe that we were at a haunted location?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“If you’d been screaming and running, they might believe it, but the giggling…that just doesn’t seem too ghostly.”
“I couldn’t help it.”
“Apparently.”
“It was just one of those things.”
“It also doesn’t help that you involved Mooch. All she could do was stare at the camera, which she’s scared of.”
“Well, the place is haunted.”
“Yep. For you, it’s apparently haunted by a dentist with laughing gas.”
“One day, I will catch that thing on tape. You wait.”
“Just don’t involve Mooch next time.”
“But she likes to be with us.”
Rabbit nudged Mooch with his toe. “One day I’m gonna catch you on tape doing your impressions.”
After a very long silence, Rabbit turned and looked at me. I was staring into space, my mind a whir of ideas. He knew that look all too well. It was the look that usually precluded some sort of disastrous experiment or an idea of mine that goes ridiculously wrong.
“Oh, no,” he groaned.
I started to grin.
“Oh, no,” Rabbit repeated.
“You oughta know by now not to give me ideas.”
Another long silence.
“I wonder where I can get a Chupacabra costume.” I glanced at Rabbit. His nose was as close to the inner fold of his magazine as he could get it.
“You’re not reading that.”
“Yes, I am.”
“No, you’re not.”
“Yes, I am.”
“No, you’re not. Know how I can tell?”
Rabbit peered at me. “How?”
“Because you’re past forty and you can’t see print that close without your reading glasses.”
Rabbit sighed and moved the magazine away from his nose. “I’m not wearing a Chupacabra outfit.”
“Who said anything about you wearing it?” I glanced at Mooch.
Rabbit groaned.
“Think of the opportunities. Remember when you built the ufo and we floated it over the river, down the highway, and out over the ocean?”
“Yeah.”
I smiled. “Those were the good ole days. We’ve gotten boring in our old age. We need to do something fun.”
“And how does Chupacabra factor into this?”
I opened my mouth to answer, but Rabbit interrupted me. “Never mind. I don’t want to know. Just don’t get Mooch shot by some Chupacabra hunter.”
Copyright C. D. Blizzard 2008
