9.12.2006

Sneaky funny...oh, and stfu, wouldja?

So, in this house, as some of you know and others may have guessed, I am the funny one. Oh, don't get me wrong: the Huz has an excellent sense of humor (and I'm not just saying that because we find many of the same things hilarious and risible and whatnot; he's so super smart, and you know, there's a lot of smartness in getting the joke. Seriously, think about people you know whom you consider to have good senses of humor. Not a dope in the lot, right? Now, I'm not suggesting that all smart people have good senses of humor -- I've met plenty of geniuses who are dry as dust and just don't catch on, but I've never met anyone with a really great sense of humor who wasn't a pretty smart cookie. You can disagree, sure, but if you do, you'd better post a comment and defend your position, Cupcake!), but I'm the jokester, the giggler, the goofball. The fez joke, after all, was mine, as was the elephant joke. Nevertheless, when the man is on, he cracks me up. He walked into the family room last night while I was reading and announced (and I do mean announced -- not for nothing did he major in theatre and fills a courtroom, y'all), "Until everyone can marry whomever they wish, I will not marry Angelina Jolie, either!"

Ok, maybe it's me, but I laughed my ass off at that. Among other things, the Huz's knowledge of current celebrity events is sparse, to coin the understatement of the year, so for him to wander in with the Pittism in the first place was a shock, but the funny was mighty good too.

So, meanwhile, speaking of Pittlie (so much more appropriate than Brangelina, n'est-ce pas?), what kind of stupid pseudo-moralistic crap is this, now? You mean to tell me that the adulterer and the homewrecker have standards, now? PLEASE. Let's not forget, boys and girls, that this hormonal pair have three previous marriages between them, so forgive me if I think this is a giant pantsload and they should both, for the love of all that's precious, start shutting the fuck up. Honestly, do your good works, try to raise your kids well, good luck keeping your relationship going, but whatever else you do, kindly stop talking.

9.09.2006

5

Your man Shakespeare said it, my darling:

Let still the woman take
An elder than herself: so wears she to him,
So sways she level in her husband’s heart:

Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 4.

As I often say, I love you like crazy.

And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry:

Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi' the sun;
I will luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands o' life shall run.


Thanks for marrying me; I'm so glad I married you!! Now, let us away on our adventure in La-La-Land.