Duck sent me an email yesterday saying he enjoyed reading a few of my latest posts. We were talking over lunch and I told him it had been awhile since I’ve written about any of my dealings with My Genius Better Half (which is Duck for those of you who don’t know). I guess he felt compelled to give me something to blog about — and here’s the result

Many of you know we recently purchased a Harley Davidson. Duck has been riding it to work here and there when the weather is supposed to be somewhat nice. Yesterday was one of those days. He rode into work. I met him at his office and we rode it to lunch and back. It was a good day. Usually he’s home from work about 5:30ish, but he had called to say he was going to be a little late. He was just leaving the office about 5:45pm. About 10 minutes later, I get another phone call from him.

“Um…I’m ok, but there’s been an incident,” he began the conversation quickly.

“Incident? Is the bike ok?” I asked — already knowing he was ok. He’d just said so. So now I wanted to know if the bike was ok!

“Well, yeah. I think so. I was in a hurry to leave work and I was trying to make it out the gate behind this other car when the gate came down on me.”

“On you? or on the bike? or what?”

“On the bike — the front windshield part. But I don’t think anything else is torn up. Anyway, I’m ok. I’ll just be a little later because I’ve called security to let them know — I broke the gate completely off.”

“Ok, just be careful coming home. I’m sure everything will be ok.” I tried to sound confident, but I was a little concerned myself. He got home ok and we cleaned the paint from the gate off his windshield. He felt really, really bad about it anyway and I surely didn’t want to make him feel worse.

Now, this is only the first part of the story The really great part is the part I learned today.

“You know we have these conference calls every day as part of our work where we give updates on our projects. When you call in, the recorded message always says ‘please say your name then press the pound key.’ Most of the time I go right past it — not saying anything — because I didn’t think anyone heard it.” Duck carefully explains this to me. “That is until I was sitting in my Boss Man’s office one day listening in on the call. Evidently whoever is running the call, hears the name of the person when they come on, but everyone else does not hear it.”

“Hmmm. That’s interesting. I’ve always thought it announced you to everyone on the call.” I said wondering where this conversation was going.

“Once I found out only the Boss Man hears it, I started logging onto the call as Hilary Clinton and eventually went through all the presidential candidates. Then when fantasy football season started, I was Tom Brady and ran through some other football players.”

“Ok, you are so looking to get fired aren’t you?” I laughed.

“Well, since Boss Man saw me by the gate yesterday evening, I was going to call in today as ‘Evil Knievel AKA the Gate Crasher’!”

So while some of you may already be praying for our safety on the motorcycle, can I ask that you also pray for Duck’s Boss Man? That he’ll see the humor in Duck’s jokes and not annoyance that would make him want to get rid of Duck? Because while Duck is My Genius Better Half, sometimes I wonder about the choices he makes Then again, he’s supposed to be the Genius Half — right?