Michael’s 5th Dimension

"Oh look honey a box" "No dear it is the fifth dimension"

So this flu has not left yet.  It’s alright the prognosis is I might survive.

Michael was staring at his laptop and I made the mistake of asking him what he was thinking about so intently. 

Note to self:

“Never, never do that again, you know your crazy husband. “

So Michael tells me he has discovered the fifth dimension.

The dimensions currently are

1.       Height

2.       Breadth

3.       Width

4.       Time

Number four is Einstein’s one.

He reckons that the fifth dimension is “information”

Because the other dimensions mean nothing if you don’t know what it is.

You can have the measurements and time but if you don’t know it is a box your dimensions are not complete.

Only thing is he talked and talked and talked some more.

He followed me into the kitchen where Jess was making cocoa.  I tried, I said:

“Jess, you and Michael don’t talk enough.”

Jess grabbed her cocoa, laughed and said:

 “Goodnight Mom and Michael I am out of here.”

I agreed to listen to another 10 minutes of Michael’s 5^th dimension talk in exchange for a med lemon.

(The things we sick people have to do for some care.)

I just realised what I need to do.  I need to find Jess a boyfriend.  While Carmen and Raewyn were home with their boyfriends my life was a lot easier.

Problem is I need somebody that Jess likes that is compatible with Michael this may be a problem.

I have made a diagram:

	Michael likes	Jess likes
Physics	In a crazy way	A little sometimes
Rock Music	A lot	A lot
Sports especially rugby	A lot	Not at all
Chocolate	A lot	A lot
Baking	Making and eating	Eating
Sci fi shows	A lot	Not into them (except for Terranova bring it back please)
Comedy sitcoms	A lot	A lot
Me	Likes me sometimes when he wants somebody to tell crazy science stories to	Likes me sometimes when she wants somebody to make her sandwiches or cocoa.
Cats	Likes them quite a bit especially Ginger Ninja	She is a crazy cat person.
Chihuahuas	Crazy about them.	She pretends not to like them

So I think we can deduce that Jess boyfriend must like physics, rock music, chocolate, eating baked treats,  watching a bit of sci-fi and  a lot of comedy.  He must love cats and sort of like Chihuahuas.  He must like me sometimes.  Oh and for Jess’s sake he must look like Johnny Depp.  If we can find this boy my life will be bliss.  He must hang around our house all the time and love chatting to Michael.