Conversations with Joe.

Joe is a co-worker.  He is the co-worker that is going to bail me out of ceiling and other way high decorating this next week.  I've worked with Joe for years and always enjoy his company.  I can talk to Joe about anything and he usually bellows out his signature laugh that can easily be heard from the next gallery.  A few gems from the last few weeks that have made me laugh:

While trying to center the top of the pink tree I was decorating, I yelled, "Hey, Joe!  I need your help.  I need you to tell me whether this is straight."

"Me?  Straight?"

Well, of course, I laughed and told him that I don't even think about these things I say until after I say them.  Joe is anything but straight. 

When speaking about a friend saying that an individual that we both know, "Has a partner," I told Joe that I was stunned that they thought that.  7 years in art school and almost 14 years of being a gallery rep just didn't add up in my mind that could be possible.  I talked more and more about it and all Joe could say was, "My people don't do motocross."  Alright then. 

He makes dinner and takes cell phone photos of his food.

He laughs when we're listening to folks read things out loud to each other and I very quietly whisper in his ear, "Hooked on Phonics worked for me!"

He was trying to show me exercises today (that I can't do because of the foot) and didn't even mind my climbing on his back to see if he could hold me.  Never mind that we were on camera while we did this.  Don't worry, no one was in the store besides Julia, who I'm sure thought we lost our noodles. 

I'm laughing because at least when we're pulling the long freakin' hours next week with Christmas display, he'll be there to laugh with and make fun of me.  Believe it or not, I'm almost kind of excited to get the displays done with Joe.  I promise that it won't be boring.  It just can't be when he's wearing his lime green frames.