Sometimes Kevin and I will have a conversation, and at the end of it, I realize that anyone eavesdropping would think that we were raving lunatics. On any given day, we might discuss spongy ghosts, filthy bears and tons of other seemingly random, crazy topics .
When we first moved to our house, we were plagued by water...our driveway and garage flooded every time it rained, the roof leaked in about a dozen places (it took the roofers who replaced the roof about 3 times to finally get it right and leak-proof!), water would gush in through the downstairs windows during a downpour, the line to the refrigerator ice-maker leaked through the floor and into the ceiling below, and the washing machine died a spectacular, explosively watery death. I theorized that perhaps we were being haunted by a damp spector, a spongey ghost if you will, and the term stuck. Now, if one of us yells, "Ahhhh, spongey ghost, spongey ghost!" the other one knows to come running with a towel!
We bought our house from an interesting character. He was a big, burly man who polished his rifle and talked to us about bear hunting while we measured for tile. When we first toured the home, we found a bottle of vodka in EVERY cabinet, and since then, we have heard from neighbors that he was known for walking around the yard with a drink in both hands (and a cigarette in his mouth). Based on the amount of grease that coated every surface in the kitchen when we moved in, he must have cooked a lot of bears during his time here. Kevin and I started calling him the "damn dirty bear hunter" but that was quickly shortened to "filthy bear." Whenever we discover some half-assed repair or renovation, we just curse the filthy bear, and go about fixing it.
I kind of like being in this odd little club of two, speaking in our own "secret code." Are we particularly crazy, or does every couple create a unique language over time?
