This mutually beneficial relationship I have with my husband is of no use if he doesn’t get my funny jokes. This symbiotic affair just won’t work if I must explain things to him.

He’s really cute, though.

Sunday’s requisite nap was much needed after a depressing weekend of failed exams and too much work to do. Upon waking I reached for my glasses while Ken walked into the bedroom to see if I was up yet. He jumped on the bed and I missed putting them on my face. Instead, they landed directly on my chest and I looked at him sullenly (much as I could ‘look’ with my terrible eyes) and said, “HA! Look! The hills have eyes.”

Nothing. Not a snicker. Not even a glance at the glasses sitting on my boobs. Nothing.

“Hello? The hills? They have eyes?”

Nothing.

“It’s a movie. In theatres right now?”

Nothing. For at least 5 seconds. Then a very lame, “Yeah.”

It loses something in the translation when I have to tell him it was funny.