I like lying around in bed with my husband on rainy weekends. It's not like we could actually make love, at least not often. There's always a child around, because even if you set Bear up with videos, there's the Genmeister, and the times we can sneak lovemaking in are few and far between because I swear on some level, the kids know. So we often loll around in bed just hugging and grabbing at each other like big perverts, while we talk the entire time.

Our conversations are like this well-traveled path alongside this running stream, where things like pussywillows and forsynthia bloom and where we find a budding brook orchid. Yesterday, as we wandered along this conversation path, we ended up on Star Trek. We were talking about some of the pitfalls of the various Star Treks and how the first series was always about sacrificing some red-shirt. The second series was always about something weird happening to the Brent Spiner character, Data, so the world could see what a great actor he is. The third series always seemed to be about something happening to Cisco, the mystic and the commander of the space station. The soon-to-end series is always about something in time or subspace. Yesterday, we were both put off because in the Voyager series, Captain Janeway finally finds what could be the love of her life with only a few more shows left in the series and leaves him behind because a captain shouldn't fraternize with a crew member.

Me: I don't get that. Couldn't he just have been her Cabinboy? Did he actually have to be a crew member? Everyone else has families, kids, etc., but she isn't allowed a Cabinboy for an 80 year trip?
Mike: Well, he was an engineer with a great job. He probably didn't want to leave his job.
Me: It's only a job and love is forever.
Mike: Well, I'm sure they must have talked about it off-camera.
Me: How do you know?
Mike: Because they wouldn't blow each other off without talking about it. I'm sure!
Me: Hmmph. That's expecting an awful lot from the audience and I think that Janeway needs to have fun, too.
Mike: Well, there's that.
Me: See? (grabs husband's butt)

Profuse giggling erupts.

Then we had a mock fight about who loves who more, which Mike won this time. (Last time, I won.)More giggling.

From the next room, we hear,"Waaaaah!" as Genny wakes up. We both groan, grab each other's butts again, giggle and then get up, still talking, still walking this well-worn path of love and giggles.