Bood Pirp

31 Things That Make Me Smile:

1. Spending really good time with Jesus for more than 15 minutes
2. People (or myself) tripping over things or their feet
3. Christmas music
4. Riding in the middle seat of a truck with my husband, with the windows down
5. Taking pictures
6. Country music blaring on a summer day
7. Dancing at wedding receptions
8. Brown grass in Texas in the winter
9. Quarterly Reviews with Danny
10. Aggies that like to reminisce about Texas A&M
11. Sunsets at George Bush Library
12. Sitting at Barnes & Nobles and reading books for free
13. Holding Danny's hand while we drive anywhere, for any amount of time in the car
14. A peppermint mocha from Starbucks
15. Singing, dancing, and jumping unashamedly in worship at Pine Cove
16. Travelling with Danny
17. Having twin flower girls named Kesha and Quesha
18. Realizing every night that I don't ever have to have homework hanging over my head again! (unless I so desire)
19. Mowing and edging the yard at the Auburn Angels' house, and then listening to the sprinkler through the open windows.
20. Taking hip hop with Emily at the Rec
21. Our cozy, down comforter and feather mattress pad
22. Waking up very early on Saturday morning for accountability and coffee with Karley
23. Chic-fil-A chicken nuggets
24. When people comment on our blog.
25. Being woken up by Mathew at 5:30 a.m. on Christmas morning every year of my life (except last year).
26. Borrowing everything from the library (books, movies, cookbooks, craft books, tapes, cds) and learning all that stuff for free.
27. Hanging out with kids in Bryan.
28. People who adopt/foster kids.
29. Getting a handwritten letter in the mail.
30. People (or myself) mixing up their words.
31. Aunt Sally being the smarted of all our blog readers, and then being the only one brave enough to post her smartness for the world to read.

Speaking of mixing up our words.

See, Danny and I both like to talk, and we're both bad listeners. So, usually what ends up happening is we talk as fast as we can before the other cuts us off with their 89 cents worth of thought (it's never just a mere, two cents, like normal people - us Stillers have big, important things to say).

Last week we were driving home from a great night at Barnes & Noble (all of our best work/relationship building is done in bookstores), and Danny was commenting on our clean cars. We had spent the afternoon washing, drying, windexing, scrubbing, vaccuuming, and waxing our cars. Yes, our cars that had not been cleaned since we living Greenville, SC were getting a make-over. Complete with a shine.

So, we're driving home, distracted by the reflection on my hood. We were probably very dangerous that night - watching the lights on the hood more than the reflectors on the road.

See, here in great South Carolina, you have to drive by the little reflectors on the road because there are no street lights to guide your way. The only way to see the lines on the road is by the light of your own car. If your headlight is out, well, then you just better be at home by the time the sun sets. It gets dark here at night. Kind of like driving in a cave.

So, Danny is telling me, hoping to get his complete thought out before I interrupt, that this car is going to look great, until a bood pirps on it.

Until a bood pirps on it.

We paused.

And then I died. I was practically crawled up on the floorboard, under the glove compartment, cramping with laughter.

Bood Pirp.

So much for the rest of Danny's thoughts. I couldn't hear anything but "bood pirp" ringing in my ears.

I get up off the floor, re-adjust my seatbelt, and Danny's driving along, repeating "bood pirp" over and over again in a singsong voice.

We tried to resume normal conversation.

"I have to be at work early tomorrow. Bood pirp."

Fits of laughter overtake us for another five minutes.

We regain some control.

Silence.

Danny whispers "Bood pirp."

We are way too easily amused.

We need to get out more.

Needless to say, "Bood pirp" was all we talked about for the rest of the night, for the rest of the week, actually. It's kind of become our slogan.

Things getting a little too serious? Just slip it right into the conversation. Nobody can be mad while saying, "bood pirp." I'm sure Danny will be taking this one to the podcasting studio soon.

Two days later, I am sitting in church, listening to Pastor Lincoln preach about "Grief & Suffering." Now that's a serman that will leave you feeling warm and fuzzy. The weather even cooperated. It was raining to go right along with the dreary topic.

Suddenly I remember. It's like a tidal wave of laughter. I start shaking trying to contain myself. Danny just looks at me and grins. I think we parked under a tree that day.