Thinkers

He always gets this look when I say it. A look of painful consternation. JD clenches his teeth and squeezes his eyes, as if waiting to be dealt an invisible blow to the jaw. Okay, so I’ve been thinking… Insert jaw clench here. Whenever I start a sentence like this, it’s as if he’s waiting to be punched. Or pry open his wallet. And, in most cases, I’m not sure what he thinks is worse. I have a questionable record in hatching outlandish plans and goals, most of which cost more than I thought.

Yesterday morning, I told JD that I had been thinking. He sighed. I assumed he sighed because he feared I’m the next Einstein with all the thinking I’ve been doing. I’m a thinker, Internet.

My plan was to redecorate the living room and dining room. In one day. I made a list of everything we needed (a list that would make Zsa Zsa Gabor proud) and headed to South Coast Plaza. Seven hours later, we end up with nothing. NOTHING. Not as much as a dining room chair.

Frustrated, we plopped on two green leather chairs in Crate&Barrel. The green leather chairs I wanted so badly, but would have to sell a couple organs to afford. We decided to call it a day and grab dinner, leaving my redesign dreams for another day. As we walked out of the store, JD held open the door for me and I turned to him and said, Okay, so I’ve been thinking…

Yup. Me and Einstein. We’re thinkers. And we’ll change the world one theory (or, ahem, green leather chair) at a time.