Yesterday, I had a story to tell that seemed really funny to me, but Blogger was uncooperative and wouldn't render a textbox on the New Post page. Frustrating.
Here's the story, but I think it was much funnier yesterday.
I am not a fantastic gardener, but have been really lucky with tomatoes this year. I ordered three cherry tomato plants online from a seed company. They sent me three full-sized roma tomato plants instead. I have picked and cooked about one hundred tomatoes - and am sort of getting tired of tomato sauce. There are another one hundred or so green tomatoes waiting to ripen - no exaggeration. I am very blessed with tomatoes.
So yesterday, I was in my back yard picking more tomatoes before I watered my garden. My neighbor was in his back yard. I offered him my basket of tomatoes.
He said he had a severe tomato allergy.
My first thought, which I am certain I said out loud, was,"So I could kill you with these?"
My neighbor is more than a little quirky himself and didn't take my words as a threat. He said I'd have to feed them to him raw, which made me smile more. I smiled because I thought a really funny title for a short story would be "Death by Tomatoes" - because that's the way my mind works lately. Like I said, it was funnier yesterday.
Later in the conversation, I did tell him I was writing novels. He got a strange look on his face. I don't know if he was worried I would make him a character, write that hilarious story he told me about his ex-wife, the police, and the fix-it guy, or if he finally figured out what was a little different about me that he couldn't quite place before. He was drinking, so maybe he was just thinking he needed another beer.
People act crazy around me, and I immediately think about characterization. A room mom is super rude, and I have a story. The clouds in the sky look like the fingers of God, and I hope I remember to write that down before I forget the image. Writing is so much fun.