John and I just finished a rather typical candle-light lunch of tilapia, brown rice and green beans. John said the blessing before we started to eat. During the course of the meal, as we chatted about various things, he suddenly said: “I wanna try making fried rice sometime.”
“I like it.”
“We could put some of that whatever-the-fuck tasteless stuff in it.”
Ah hahahahahahahahaa! I’m still laughing over this! This is one of the things I love about John: one minute, he can be praying/meditating, and a few minutes later, he can be cursing. He’s real. He doesn’t censor his true self, the part of him that sometimes comes across as irreverent. He makes me laugh over the littlest, silliest stuff. He reminds me to just go with the flow, relax and have fun. I think God has a sense of humor, too.