Nothing really happened this weekend. As I mentioned yesterday, it was gloomy. I read all afternoon yesterday and I am nearly through The DaVinci Code. I'll admit it is a page turner. I even read in bed before turning out the light. I haven't done that in years.
Yesterday morning, as spouse was taking a shower, I heard coins clang against porcelain and then the shout of spouse, "Hey, stop that!" Since I was in another room, I figured he was talking to himself. Ten minutes later, he came into the office and said, "Why did you throw quarters at me in the shower?"
"Um, I didn't throw any quarters at you honey."
"So why are you asking that?"
"Two quarters fell on the floor of the shower while I was in there, I guess they were in my crack."
I thought about it for a moment and remembered that he had fallen asleep on the couch Saturday night in his clothes and that in the morning there were coins strewn about.
Laughing, I said, "I think you must be right, they must have been stuck to you somewhere."
I don't think this has ever happened to me before. I couldn't help making cracks (ba-dum-bum) about spouse's own little coin purse. Snicker.