Conversations with Bug can get quite interesting.
Well, we always do. Usually it ends in a lesson.
Sometimes a lesson for her and sometimes a lesson for me.
She mentioned different landscapes and talked about where your heart is as far as land and scenery. I told her my version. I am a morph, but because I am cool, I spell it morf. She thought I was a weirdo, so of course, I had to explain...
I appreciate all of God's country and each landscape is unique. Each state has its own treasures. I love to explore everything. The frontier is where my heart is. Why? Open spaces. Wildlife. Land seemingly unexplored like you are the first one there. Rich and yummy smells.The air does smell different on the prairie. Rolling hills, ravines, and the unexpected. Sagebrush. Sunsets and sunrises so amazing, they make you cry. I have a deep longing for mountains, like in my gut, but I don't want to live on the side of one anymore. I do love the snow. Like a lot.
BUG: Mom, you are weird. And what do you mean by morph?
ME: Morph...like I can change or adapt but I long to be one thing over the other. I spell it M O R F because that is hip. Like me. I'm hip.
BUG: Mom. MorF means Male of female. Like if someone is trying to figure you out online.
ME: Nice. I guess my days of catching creepy online child molesters is over.
BUG: Mom, you should not be online talking to child molesters.
ME: Why not? I could get thousands of dollars for you.
BUG: You are so sick. That is not funny. That is disgusting.
ME: Really? Because I thought it was funny. Maybe I'm ruined. I might have copism.
BUG: That isn't even a word.
ME: Is too.