Blog Number 330

Greetings and welcome to today's random thought.

I made the mistake about a month ago of answering a question.  Let me explain.  Each morning, the wife and I get up around 5 am.  One of us usually puts on a pot of coffee and then we sit and drink a few cups together (I think I have blogged about the unfairness of the distribution of the extra/odd/"5th cup" of coffee).  Anyway, as we sit there and sip our "sweet nectar of life" that gets us up and going for the day, the range of subjects we talk about vary.  Usually we talk about church, home schooling issues, politics, our childhoods, etc.  Every once in a while I will get lost in a thought and she will see the far off look in my eyes and ask, "What are you thinking about?"  Usually I just give the universal male answer of, "oh, nothing".  This keeps me out of trouble.  This is the question that I made the mistake of answering.

On this particular morning I was actually thinking this: If our Sunday school (ABF) class were going to do a play based on a script from Gilligan's Island, who would be the likely cast members for the 7 roles of the castaways?  After the slightly awkward period of silence that usually ensues whenever I actually answer this question (my wife cannot fathom why I waste my time thinking about such things I guess), she formed a small smile and decide to play along.  I refused to tell her who would play each role (the Skipper, Gilligan, the Professor, Mr. and Mrs. Howell, Ginger and Mary Ann) until she told me who she thought would make the best cast member.  We debated back and forth the merits of our choices and the downfall of casting certain people in certain roles (Person A would not make a good Mary Ann as I cannot picture her in cut off jeans, etc.).  We had a laugh out loud good time and all was well until...

Fast forward a few weeks after this conversation.  I was coming back into our ABF class (before it started) with a cup of coffee when I overheard my wife talking to (the person that we cast as) Mary Ann about our discussion.  I think she was slightly offended in our choices and then someone else overheard the conversation and pretty soon the whole class joined in.  People wanted to know why we would even talk about this, why was I picked for this role or that, why wasn't I picked for this role or that one, why didn't I get a part, etc.  Mercifully, it was eventually time for class to start and the whole matter was put behind us.

From now on when the wife asks me what I am thinking about, I am gonna stick to, "Nothing".  It is just safer.

Thanks for reading my Random Thoughts.

Jon