11:00 am, Sunday morning

Houston and I were walking.  The nice neighbor, the one that stops to talk with Jodi and me, making us feel like we are not old and boring, stopped his car next to me.

We visited. We talked about new business ideas, being celebrities, and plastic lining.

ME:  I need to go water my plants.

NEIGHBOR: Whenever I water, I have to pee.

ME:  (Head shaking. Wondering, did he just say that?)