show your work

For the most part, I can say something completely out of left field and Amy will know exactly how I got there.  I can add something to a conversation we had three hours and 98 topics ago and she won't even blink twice.  When new people are around us together for the first time, they often feel a little left out because we're so in tune with one another's brains that we don't necessarily finish sentences or even begin them.  It's this weird, pidgeon language that makes perfect sense to the both of us, generally punctuated often with obnoxious laughter and sinister giggling.  (In short, it's pretty awesome.)

And then there are sometimes when the pslychic (that's a samyism in itself) connection misfires and one of us will say something that leads the other to give her WTF?!-face and we'll need to back up a bit.  Even then, there's still a little zap that occurs.  I don't remember what it was about, but a long damn time ago, we had one of those misfires where I just totally didn't catch whatever she was throwing at me and I just fired back at her, "Dude, show your work." 

And she got it. 

I don't know how many people would instictively know what I meant if I just said to them "Show your work" about a comment they'd made.  Mama Pants is probably making WTF?!-face right now.  (Math class--multi-step problems where you had to show the process of how you got the answer to prove you just didn't copy them from the back of the book.)

Anyhoo--there's no point to this entry.  Amy just told me to show my work in a conversation we were having and it made me laugh. 

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[karen]

Cover me while I throw my grenade.