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Saturday, March 04, 2006

He's making me a tinfoil hat.

I'm not supposed to know what he's up to. I'm supposed to stay upstairs and work while he is mysterious downstairs. In fact, I'm under orders. "You stay here," he says, handing me my power cord. "You stay and pretend like you're Rapunzel confined to a second story walk-up. Okay? Do not come downstairs."

I listen as he putters through the house. The door to the garage opens and shuts. He pulls something out of one of the kitchen cabinets. And then there is the unmistakable crinkle of alumnium foil and WRRRRAUUUUGHPT! of duct tape.

He's making me a tinfoil hat, and if that isn't love, I don't know what is.

2 Comments:

Anonymous said...: that, is quite possibly- the strangest, most endearing thing- i have. ever. heard.; 5:54 PM
Sarah said...: Geeks in love. It's a beautiful thing.; 9:52 AM

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