He knows how to make me laugh.
He's been trying really hard this past week too, knowing I need that kind of therapy.
A few days of doing his
Another try when discussing My Boy's birthday party, saying things like "let's make 'baddie sacs' instead of goody bags." All right, his opposite-talk, that made me snort a little.
But, I wish I had a tape recorder to play his hysterical laughing Monday night.
After a few glasses of wine each, we were cracking up so hard, it literally hurt my stomach.
What caused this near-pee-our-pants spurt of comic relief? The Ensucklopedia...according to Beavis and Butthead!
Hubby has had this book since our college years. '91-'94. I remember the days when I'd sit in his apartment watching MTV and laughing at words like "thingies" and "nads" and "doin' it" and going huhhuhhuuhhhuuhh.
Yeah, we learned a lot in college.
So Hubby is slightly drunk and we'd done all our Bachelor dissing, and he finds this book, that I haven't seen in like
I'd give you a page number, but infantile-man-boy books don't have them apparently, so we're on the Ss-Sleep Deprivashun Expermint- half way down the page...
12:00 a.m. The Stroke of Midnight *Now if your head is in the gutter you'll see that hubby is laughing his ass off at the word STROKE.
12:23 a.m The Stroke of 12:23. *OMG my husband is laughing so hard he snorts and is turning red. Again, get it, STROKE...still stroking...
12:47am The Stroke of .._______ *Hubby is laughing so hard now, no sound is coming out and he's in tears.
I've married a 13-year-old boy.
In his defense, I was hysterically laughing too. Not so much at the book, but because he is laughing so hard it was just too dang cute!
Let's knock on wood that our kids don't want to start reading these literary gems.
HUHHHUUHHUUHHUHHUH, I said "wood."