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.
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I’m seriously dying of laughter. You’re a lot quicker with the wit than I can be!
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