I have been told by strangers: “I bet your husband makes you laugh”; he was known as Sir Joshua at the Walgreens near our previous residence where he was actually once “knighted” at the cash register, and he once brought a life-size cardboard Sheldon (from the Big Bang Theory) to work.
Sometimes I don’t laugh at his jokes, and sometimes I simply smile because they weren’t laugh-out-loud worthy, and when this happens he often yells at me: “that was funny!” and I have to explain that I did smile. But most of the time, he does make me laugh.
On the other hand, he never laughs at my jokes because they are mostly sarcastic (must be the British past-lifer in me) and he usually doesn’t get it’s sarcasm, and he usually just laughs at me instead of with me. But it’s okay, it works. Apparently I’m laugh-worthy weird.
So in his honor, I haven been collecting a few things that he has said that have made me laugh:
The sorrows of silverware
Hubby: (as he is doing the dishes) “hi dishes!…”
Hubby: (with a high-pitched voice pretending to be the dishes talking back) “how’ve you been?”
Hubby: “great! I got a new job”
“I’ll put you forks together in the dishwasher.”
Hubby: (with a high-pitched voice pretending to be the forks): “Thank you!”
Hubby finishes doing dishes and approaches me: “You know how forks and knifes go together in drawers? They get separated when it’s time to eat and in the dishwasher. They don’t like it.”
Marrying for money
Me on chat: “actually, I have $42 apparently”
Hubby on chat: “Well don’t tell anyone. I don’t want folks to think I married you for your money.”
Hubby: (With an Old English accent) “Don’t you worry your pretty little head lil’ darlin.”
Cleaning after oneself
Hubby: “I cleaned up my mesopotamia!” Talking about the mess he left on the counter.
Hubby on chat from work: “I’m busier than a 1 legged man in an ass kicking contest.”
A few hours later: “I’m busier than a mosquito at a nudist colony.”
I have a feeling he didn’t make those up.
On walking fast
Hubby: “My farts make me walk faster.”
How Trolls are made
This might be too much information, but we were in bed and I heard him fart so I quickly pressed the sheets down in between us to seal it in. I preferred doing so than letting it out and smelling it. Then hubby says:
Hubby in bed: “Did you know that’s how trolls are made? By not letting the fart out. When you trap a fart in the sheets you make a troll. Everybody knows that. They don’t teach you that in Mexico?”
Me: (eating something) “it’s sweeter than sugar”
Hubby: “Not like my love for you.”
On being cute
Me talking to our kitten: “you are a cutie”
Hubby: “I know, they call me Mr. C” … “They call me Mr. QT”
At the movie theater
Hubby: “Is that chocolate between your legs or are you just happy to see me?”
It was chocolate.
On not hating
Hubby: “I have a love-lukewarm relationship towards Cat Deeley, you know? Not love-hate.”
After checking the bank account online:
Hubby: “Why are you always buying groceries? It’s not like we need them.”
So the lessons here are: don’t separate silverware because they don’t like it, don’t trap farts in the sheets unless you like trolls, messes on the counter are called mesopotamia, and you don’t need food.