My husband has a knack for wit and humour. I must admit I am jealous and find it hard to keep up with him at home, particularly when I’m tired. I must also admit that many times I steal his not so racy jokes and use them at work. Hence at work I am the funny and witty one. At home I’m more of the accidental comic when I either a. misunderstand something b. say something completely stupid or c. trip fall and hurt myself in some fashion.
This is my favourite conversation I’ve had with my husband lately. This occured while my mom was here and we were cleaning out the kitchen getting ready for the remodel.
Me to Eric: Wow we really have a spice and vinegar problem.
Eric to me: Really we have that much vinegar?
Me to Eric: Yes, we have like 12 different kinds.
Eric to me: Oh that must mean we’re doing well. Do you think poor people have that much vinegar?
Oh how I love his outlook on life!