My Husband Makes Me Laugh
When I Met My Husband
When I first met him, there were two things that really captured me. One was his smooth deep voice. That voice could melt butter. It rumbles through his shirt when I put my head on his shoulder. Better than a pacemaker, his voice keeps my heart going. The second thing was his humor. He has always been able to make me laugh. I remember thinking that I could spend the rest of my life laughing and recharging my heart if I only stayed near him. Sure, he has a bad habit of losing his keys, but if that’s the worst fault, I can live with that.
My Dad The Practical Joker
My father was a bit of a hoot as well. He had a funny kind of organic humor. Things just came to him. He had such a serious face most of the time that it came as a surprise when the joke came, or in some cases, the practical joke. He had an Indiana drawl that added to the humor. Having lived in California most of my life his dry humor and drawl were always sources of mirth for me. He would answer the phone with a YeeelllllOW. It always sounded more like a color than a greeting to me so I answered similarly in a color: “Green”. He didn’t laugh but I was amused.
Once when my sisters and I had a sleepover with about half a dozen preteen girls in our pajamas, he felt the need to go around to the outside bedroom window and scratch on the screen emitting an alarming moan: Owwwaaaawheeeeohhhh. It amused him to hear half a dozen little girls screaming for their mommy.
Once my sister and I thought it would be funny to sew the flap of his boxer shorts closed just to see how much a guy needed that particular feature. We waited for days before asking if he had had any troubles. He got a gleam in his eye and said, “not that I would tell you girls about.” That was the beginning of setting joke bombs around the house for him to find; salt in the sugar bowl for his cereal, a round dowel in his cigarette pack, etc. He got us back as good as we gave, I can assure you.
He Makes Me Laugh
So when my husband came along with his own brand of humor, I was overjoyed. It wasn’t as much of the physical practical joking as it was wordplay and puns. It has been many years of loving and laughing together. However, there are times when things go wrong with life and finances, sometimes enough to kill the laughter.
When my husband was laid off, it reversed our roles somewhat and I had to rush off to work in the morning leaving him at home alone. This usually makes men grumpy or at least reveals a bad attitude, but not my hubby. Instead, he sent me off with a smile or belly laugh every morning.
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The first day I puttered around the house as long as I could, not wanting to leave him there. I finally stepped into the bedroom to say goodbye before grabbing my coat and rushing out the door. I stopped at the door and said, “That’s it. I’m leaving.” He looked at me with an earnest look on his face and said, “Can’t we talk about his? At least see a counselor?” The rest is a blur because I was doubled over laughing. It was hard leaving and laughing at the same time. I chuckled all the way to work and back again.
The next day I didn’t want to make a mistake in my wording again so after puttering and putting things away, I stepped into the room and kissed him on the forehead. Then I sweetly said, “I HAVE to go.” To which he replied, “Down the hall, second door on the left.” Again I doubled up in uncontrollable laughter. You got to love a man who makes you laugh even after 25 years of marriage. At least he sends me off with a smile on my face. Most of the time I can’t wait to get home to find out what else he’s going to say.
Bad Times Don't Have To Be Bad
The following day, I was ready. No more words. I obviously can’t word the message right without falling into his joke mode. He has a comeback for everything. So I stepped into the room, got his attention and held up my hand and waved. To which he said, “I love a good mime. Now try to get out of the invisible box.” There were tears rolling down my face when I left this time. I just can’t win. Everything I say and so he can make into a funny. And that has been my life for the last 33 years. Gotta love him.
Later when I was laid off too (budget cuts hitting everywhere), one would think we had the perfect right to moan and complain. Instead, my honey kept me in the best of spirits by joking with me and making me laugh every day. When we had to leave our large house and move to a small one bedroom apartment, you would think we would get on each other’s nerves were there would be lots of fighting and plate-throwing. No. Exactly the opposite. We really enjoy each other’s company and although our “offices,” which were once in separate rooms, are now in the “living room” together, we are really respectful of each other’s space and work. We still get to laugh and joke, cuddle and then separate to work on our own freelance crafts. If you like each other and respect each other, being in close proximity can be a joy.
Laughter Is The Best Medicine
He works on his writing and I work on my art. Together we are a couple of creative in the same workspace. One would think that couldn’t work out well, but it works for us. It’s all about mutual respect and a good sense of humor.
We are technically retired and working on our own projects each day, but still coming together to enjoy the same old time movies and TV shows. There is no need for cable or any of that contemporary TV programming. The best programs are the old ones where the humor is real and organic. We love things like the old “Life of Riley” or the classic “Carol Burnett Show.” Those were really funny people. Humor doesn’t have to be crude or vulgar or sexually charged to be really funny. At least we don’t think so. I’m so glad we think alike and love the same things. I will be forever grateful for my husband and his humor.