What would the fly on YOUR wall hear?

Do you ever imagine what it's like to be a fly? Ok, maybe that's a little too weird of a subject to break into. Maybe there is a better way to bring this up. Let's try it this way - with . . . a story.

Most of my work day today was spent at a clients office - in a cubicle - researching information off of an imaging system. It was a quiet day. Focused and quiet. And you know - "quiet" isn't really me. However, it was a lovely way to spend the my first day back to work following some crazy healing days off.

While I was focused (and quiet) in my work mind, every once in a while I would overhear these conversations that would leave me quietly laughing to myself. A big topic of conversation today was that Jimmy John's (a local sandwich shop here in Chicago) was offering $1 sub sandwiches from 11AM to 3PM. And let me tell you - you might not think that a $1 sub would provide that much stimulation to the brain waves, but today . . . it was! Detailed discussions took place, and plans were arranged, for the pick-up of these $1 sandwiches. Will there be enough for the crowds? Will they make the sandwiches without mayo, if you don't want it with mayo? How long will the lines be? I actually heard someone say, "I'll just DIE if I don't get my $1 sandwich!"

I started thinking about all of the things that are said within the walls of my own home, and how funny (or ... not) it would be for someone to overhear some of the things that come out of my very mouth. For instance, there was that one time I needed some quiet when I locked myself in my master bathroom and I found myself screaming, "Let Me Poop in Peace!!!" (yes, I know. tacky. But . . . honest.) Then there was the conversation that Katie had with me last night at the dinner table when she said, "Mom, do you like Kevin?" (our neighbor and the husband of my dear friend). I answered, "Yes, of course. Kevin is a great guy." And Katie said, "No, I mean do you LIKE like Kevin. Like a boyfriend? It's ok, Mom. You can tell me." (SERIOUSLY). After I answered, "Ummmm... No, honey. Mommy only has 1 boyfriend, and that is Daddy," Ella chimed in and said, "Eeewwwwww! Daddy's your BOYFRIEND?!?!" Yes, I think a fly on our wall would have been VERY entertained during that conversation.

So today, I'm wondering what fun conversations a fly might hear on YOUR wall? I'd love to know! And the next time you see one of those little flying friends, take a moment and share a story with them. You never know - you might just make their day! ; )