I think we all have those moments, that little pause of clarity when you look at your spouse and think "how on earth did I end up with this dude?"
My husband doesn't like cookies. For reals. Who doesn't like cookies? That guy. My husband. Seriously. What a freak. How on earth did I end up with this dude?
But for the most part we are totally peas and carrots, peanut butter and jelly, champagne and orange juice, which is good because God knows neither of us have any desire to go find new spouses.
So it is all that more wonderful when you get to have that moment when your spouse says something or does something that makes you realize beyond the shadow of any cookie-hating doubt that you are with the right person.
I had that moment today. It wasn't the first time, it won't be the last time. But I love that moment so much.
My husband and I were chatting on IM, and I mentioned that had Jack sneezed on me this morning, like ON me, wet and icky gotta go wash my face kind of sneeze.
I find that very arm bone.
Did you get it? Or did you just cock your head to the side, stare at the monitor and think, WTH is Jenn talking about?
Arm bone = humerus = humorous.*
I find that very humorous.
And there I sat in my office, tears running down my face as I try to stifle my laughter. If anyone had walked into my office at that moment, they would have thought I was having some sort of fit. Even typing this out just now, I'm still laughing.
Clearly, we are both total dorks (he'll deny that, by the way) and we are made for each other.
And, in sum,
That's what passes for side-splitting hilarity around these parts.
*In an effort to keep my blog honest, I'll tell you we both originally laughed at "leg bone," not arm bone. Because apparently we both failed high school physiology class. Thank God for Google.