Triple co-inky-dink

Today is Tuesday - it's mid February. Blah. Need I say more.  It's a fairly regular Tuesday.  I'm at work, coughing (getting over a cold [yes, another one]).  I've had my lunch and it was delicious.  My brain has had it's 30 minute de-frag and is preparing to gear up to return to my desk/ work.  In that last moment of free time I own during my break a thought comes to mind... I wonder if anyone texted me- I check.  Wow- a message from hubby!  What?! He walked around Stanley Park today just for the heck of it?!  Well, my man deserves a good dinner after that!  I reply, "awww good boy!  I will make you a hamburger for dinner!"

Let's recap - it's Tuesday, not Bbq Friday, or Bbq Saturday. Certainly not Bbq Sunday!  I don't believe Popeye, Wimpy, or the phrase "I'll gladly pay you Tuesday for a hamburger today." had any part in my decision making.  Perhaps it was the glorious sunshine that inspired such an unusual choice of jollification for dinner.  Regardless, it was a millisecond, keen decision and I said I would so I immediately made the necessary grocery list in not-yet-fully occupied brain.

4:30 pm - I'm heading out the door. Oh, I must add that I thought I might run out of gas on my way home so I was a little stressed about that.  Point A (home) to Point B (work) is 30+ km drive.  From work, the nearest gas station is not very near as I work pretty much out in the currently-being-developed-into-yet-another major-industrial-park boonies.  Fear not.  I made it.  Before gassing up, I had to resist the urge to sit there idling until I ran out of gas (estimated 2 minutes) because I sort-a, kind-a wanted to experience what that felt like.  Refrained. Filled up and on my way.

Grocery store purchases done. I am home around 5:50 pm.  Dusk is upon us. No need to panic!  My barbeque is on the back porch and we have one of those really fancy working man's lights.  You know, the type with the metal cage on it. Whatever, it works.

Ok now my husband would say this is getting to be a Wendy Goudsward story.  I'll try to get to the point.

At approximately 4:00 pm my youngest son apparently suggested to my husband that he should make hamburgers for dinner.  Alas, earlier in the day my husband inconceivably had the same thought (long before I texted him).  So, my text to him at 1:58 pm indicating I would make him a hamburger for dinner was the triple coincidence (ie. co-inky-dink per title) and proof beyond a doubt that great minds in this fam-jam think alike. How's that for Wiseman intuition?! Hmm?

While I happily digest, I wish you well and many delicious hamburgers in your future.  I'm certain there will be plenty at my house.

Amen.


per Wikipedia - The usage of Amen, meaning "so be it", as found in the early scriptures of the Bible is said to be of Hebrew origin.