Humor

Humor is an integral part of a marriage. I am convinced this is why my husband and I have been married so long. Today’s humor came when I was almost home and called him at work and told him I’d picked up milk for him so he wouldn’t need to get it. He asked if I had picked up an assorted list of other things I had no idea he was out of. He said that he figured I was watching the stockpile of each of these items in the pantry. I explained that the only stockpile I watch is for members of the family that can’t tell me plainly they need these items, and by the way I’d picked up dog food for that very reason. I told him since it was Friday we could simply stop at the supermarket after we go out dancing. He was agreeable to this. This meaning I would run into the store while he sits in the car since he despises shopping of any kind. While I’m in the store he’ll call me on my cell phone to say sassy things to me trying to get me to bust out in laughter while I’m in there. I asked if he needed salad items as well and there was a long pause on the other end. “Honey? You still there?” I asked wondering if I’d hit a dead spot on my travel home.

“I’m here, umm, could you not buy me that box of leaves you got last time?” he asked. I laughed and told him they weren’t leaves they were salad things. He disagreed. “No really, they’re leaves, I think I ate an oak leaf, are those even good for me? I think I heard those were bad for you. I may be poisoned even. You bought me a box of leaves. I’m even pretty sure that one of the leaves in there is that weed you’re always pulling out of the garden. You know, in the spring and summer maybe you could just run around and pick them off the trees it’d save some money.” I laughed.

“They’re some sort of spring salad. “ I said “Leaves.” He responded “When you get home go look, they’re weeds and leaves!” I agreed to go and look at the three boxes of leaves and weeds I bought for him.

I was home about ten minutes when the phone rang. “Did you look?” I explained I had not looked; I was starting laundry and had put the groceries away, and let the dogs out. “Go look.” So I did as he asked and pulled the box out of the fridge. I looked inside after taking the lid off, and I’m fairly sure that not only was he right about the weed I rip out of the garden but pretty sure one or two of those really were oak leaves. I of course burst into laughter. “See?? See? You bought me leaves!” I couldn’t argue, they were leaves all I could do was add, “Well some of these are weeds, so it’s not all leaves.” It was his turn to laugh.

I asked if he had told anyone at work his wife feeds him leaves and weeds, and he said that he keeps his leaf eating habits to himself. I promised to buy him normal salad with things like carrots in it instead of weeds and leaves. He thanked me and went back to work.

I don’t eat salad, I leave that to rabbits and my husband. I’m a fruit eater. I crave a huge bowl of fruit when I get home from work, and will eat a few apples, oranges, a banana, a slice of cantaloupe and some pineapple before I even start making supper. I crave the natural sugar after the exertion of work I think, not sure but the amount of fruit I eat scares my husband. I love fruit, can’t get enough of it. I also love marshmallow Santas and eat at least one a day while I can get them, ok maybe two, four tops on weekend days. This he also finds frightening, he thinks marshmallow is gross. He doesn’t eat sweets of any kind. He never has really. I however can mow through a bag of M&Ms in under an hour. No not the tiny little baggies you get at a convenience store, the ¼ pound deal from the supermarket. Hershey Kisses too, they’re another one of my favorites. I’ve woken up in the middle of the night before to eat half a bag of these lovely little things. Matt woke up to find me sitting happily on the couch peeling away and half the bag gone. All he said was, “Sometimes you scare me Anj.” And he went back to bed. I end up doing that after a 12 or 14 hour work day that just kicks my butt. Not sure exactly why but sure enough you’ll find me snorking a bag of something in the middle of the night after a day like this. Happens every time, I’m sure there is a logical reason I wake up craving them so badly, just not sure why.

It’s been a good week, our friend Mark is stateside, while not exactly home yet he’s about 3 days from being there. This made me very happy. I talked to his brother Paul the day before and he was so excited he could barely contain himself. I remember that feeling when my father used to come home from overseas. It’s pretty powerful, I can’t explain it, can’t even sum it up except to say just that, powerful stuff.

I’ve got more time today than I usually do, which is odd considering it is Friday and usually I’m in a rush the second I get home to get showered and get my toes painted so I’m nearly ready the moment he arrives home. Today however I’m not only home early but I’ve already painted my toes last night. They look like turkeys. No seriously, they really do. I may even have to take a picture, it’s hard to explain. Matt saw my turkey toes, and I asked him if he thought they were cute, he just laughed and said, “They’re…different.” This of course required a response. “Aww c’mon they’re turkey toes! That’s cute! Look at their lil beaks!” He laughed, long and hard and loud, shook his head and kissed the top of my head. I’m going to choose to believe that he was agreeing with me. So humor has got to be one of the most important factors, because I can’t think of a time I needed to laugh where he didn’t help me do that very thing. Yup, he’s a keeper.

And as a side note, it’s harder to take a picture of your own feet and keep your balance than you’d think.