My husband is funny but I don’t laugh outloud at most of his humor because I’m around it all the time (no, I’m not like Mrs. Costanza).
Today, I laughed outloud. I was reading on msn.com about the poor duck that was shot twice and then put in the fridge and two days later Mrs. Fudd opened the fridge door and the duck raised his head. Jim said, “Usually when I open the refrigerator the light just comes on.” Now that was funny. Duck is now being treated and expected to make a recovery, hunter thinking about taking up another way of putting meat on the table.
We were watching the football game (New England v. Colts) and I thought NE stood for Nebraska…anyway – I was looking through a cookbook as I am want to do while watching football that doesn’t involve Jeremy Shockey and I asked Jim, “do you ever think about living in a small town or in the mountains” (we live on Long Island in New York) and he said, “there are coyotes in the mountains”. I said, “there are coyotes in New Jersey!”. Yesterday on the news a story about a wild coyote biting a boy near or at his school…Jim said, “but that is a city coyote”… I can see the Roadrunner going by now … beep beep.