The great thing about being married to a very smart man is that he understands things without having them spelled out to him. Of course, the really annoying thing about being married to a very smart man is exactly the same thing.

R: Had nightmares.

J: Awww.

R: Dreamed I was running around with a Brazilian boy in a favela outside Rio. Then the walls started oozing ectoplasm, so we flew away. As we took off I woke up with an ugh!

J: The favela being straight out of that Yann Arthus-Bertrand book we were looking at last night?

R: Yes. So I got back to sleep and dreamed I was trying to catch a bus, but before you could get on the bus you had to be accepted by the people who were already on it. And they kept turning me down.

J: So that would be the FOO bus.

R: …what of it?

J: Your dreams are so adorably literal.

R: What about the ectoplasm?

J: We TiVoed Ghostbusters.

R: Damnit!

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