It could be worse. I could be dating a mime.

I’ve worried that since I’m now in a happily committed relationship and the drama of the divorce over the past two years is now safely behind me…well, I’ve worried that I might become boring and have nothing to blog about.  I recently had two conversations that assure me that my life will never be boring. Here’s the first conversation as presented by Twitter with a writer friend of mine. I’m the Blunder_Woman handle, of course.

 

Blunder_Woman:

Keahloha has just unpacked his juggling stuff and conga drums. Kids are going berserk. Just wait til they see him on his unicycle.

 

Blunder_Woman:

You might think I'm joking. I assure you, I'm not. My boyfriend juggles, play congas, and rides a unicycle. (Just not all at once)

 

JArmintrout:

OMG ARE YOU DATING A CLOWN?!

 

Blunder_Woman:

It's TRUE! And I'm afraid of clowns!

 

JArmintrout:

What about two out of three?

 

 

JArmintrout:

Like, can he juggle and ride the unicycle, or incorporate the congas somehow into his juggling?

 

Blunder_Woman:

I’m not sure. But it could be worse. I could be dating a mime.

 

Blunder_Woman:

I am now wondering what...uh...intimacy with a mime would be like. Give me a few minutes here.

 

Blunder_Woman:

HAHAHAAHAHAHAHA!

 

JArmintrout:

I think it would depend if you were having relations with a mime inside a visible box, or on a very windy day.

 

Blunder_Woman:

Thank you. I now know the next hot romance book I'll write. “Seduced By A Mime. A Tale of Quiet Longing.”

 

JArmintrout:

Better title than "Touched By A Dance Major". Let's face it, that's what mimes are.

 

JArmintrout:

"He passed his interpretive movement course... but stopped for her heart."

 

 

Yes. This conversation proves to me that life is still interesting. And wait until you read what happened on Facebook. I’ll change their names to protect the innocent…though honestly not a one of them is truly ‘innocent’. I don’t think I’m able to have innocent friends. I like my friends slightly tainted.