five minutes of crazy.

Me, to FirstHusband at Home Depot: “I know that guy. How do I know that guy?”

One minute later, staring at the guy: “WHERE do I know him from?”

And again, this time staring blankly at nothing, watching a clouded memory play back in my head: “He’s a doctor. Whoever he is, he wears a white coat. I know I’ve had a conversation with him while he was wearing a white coat.”

And again: “What doctors do we go to? This is going to drive me nuts all day.”

30 seconds later: “I’m going to wake up at 2am and tell you who he is.”

FirstHusband: “I hope we’re not in the middle of anything.”

Me: “at 2 o’clock in the morning?”
(he got the “yeah, right” raised eyebrow look)

FINALLY: “He’s our VET! ahhhh.”

A few seconds later: “Well, that was five minutes of crazy.”

FirstHusband: “Five minutes. Yeah, we’ll go with that.”

I don’t know what he’s talking about.