Crazy: (def) brainsick: affected with madness or insanity; "a man who had gone mad"

This defines us: We are definitely the "two crazies"

Let me cite some examples:
*Last night I really wanted something specific to eat. I could remember every taste, smell, and tiny detail....I could NOT for the life of me remember what it was. I still haven't remembered.
*On Monday I was outside working the roto-tiller, after I was done I took the rake and started removing the grass. I'm bent over in the most unflattering of positions, and yelling to Matt about how this would be easier if we had chickens, that they could just pick through the soil. I look up, dirt on my cheecks, sweat trickling down my forehead, hair all over, and see two kids (boy and a girl, 16-17 years old) walking down the cow path staring at me.
*I come home from work and lay on my front lawn and in my flower beds, with a camera, taking pictures of things that are invisible to the cars driving past.
*I built a snowman this winter...cutest thing...in the middle of a snow storm, without a kid in sight...some kids (8-10) walked by and started laughing at me.

Well, maybe it isn't us that is crazy, just me...oh well. You can tell I'm really phased by what others think of me.
On Monday night, after the teenager-chicken-gardening experience...I turned to Matt and said, "They probably think we're crazy", before I could finish my thought, Matt says "yea, but we know we really are crazy!"