Charlie and I got together right around this time in 1992. So we've been together a long ass time now. Plus the last decade we've both worked from home. Plus for the last couple of years we actually work together. Not in the same room, we're not insane. Not even on the same floor.
This means that when we talk to each other, we speak in a code that only we understand. For instance, we had this conversation the other night.
"Hey babe, I'm gonna be hitting that shellac tonight," I said.
"Really? That sucks. Guess you had too many, huh?" he replied.
"Yeah. So stupid." I sighed.
So WTF was I talking about?
I had a couple cookies. I don't usually eat carbs because keto and I hardly EVER eat wheat because it does weird things to my belly, so when I do have them, I get... side effects.
Side effects that are relieved when I chew a couple of those gas + antacid tablets. Which are made with shellac for some goddamned reason that I do not understand but I noticed it because I look at ingredients, now, all the time.
So now I call those tablets "shellac" and I like them even though they are bug poop because they really help my stomach when I don't stay keto. And Charlie knew just what I meant.
So that's what 25 years together looks like. It looks like shorthand and bug poop.