A Conversation With Vince

Vince should have been blonde! Sorry, any of you blonde folks.

Every time, for 20+ years, when I’m doing something so obvious – say . . washing dishes, or making the bed, or scrubbing the toilet, and he says “What are you doing?” I’ll say “Baking a cake!” and then he asks “what kind?” and it goes on and on from there.

I’ve kinda been changing things up a bit.

Yesterday I was chopping parsley. I’m standing in the kitchen with a big pile of parsley that I’ve clipped all the leaves onto the cutting board. The bag of parsley is sitting on the counter.

Vince: What are you doing?
Me: Just chopping herbs for my bath.
Vince: You’re taking a bath? (I NEVER take a bath – just a shower.)
Me: Yes.

He leaned over, looked at the parsley and said “You’re putting lavender in the bath tub?”

Lavender? Does parsley even look like lavender? Does lavender come in a clear plastic veggie bag in a gray plastic bag from Walmart? I guess it could but probably not in our little town.

I said “NO! It’s parsley!” He knew I was getting ready to start the escargot.

Then he said “Oh, I thought it was lavender. Why do you put parsley in the bath tub?” He was serious.

Oh, Vince! No – the parsley is for the escargot. There is no lavender. I am NOT taking a bath. I’ll take a shower . . with no parsley and no lavender.