Couples who laugh together, stay together!

Michael and I had a ‘moment’ yesterday. I like to tell crappy jokes. He doesn’t like listening to them so much, though. But yesterday, I came across a real pearler. I had a good laugh when I read it and couldn’t wait to tell him. (I’d like to post it here, but it’s a bit PG. Tempted though). So yesterday evening, during an ad break of The Class (good program that) I remembered, and told him the joke. He was making coffee at the time. About half way through, he started smiling, and asked me, “Where did you get this joke?” When I delivered the punch-line I started laughing (this is my trademark, laughing at my own jokes). I managed to get it out, and we just exploded with laughter. Snorting, and scrunching up our faces, clutching our stomachs. We were laughing more at each other eventually than anything else. The endorphins were flowing, I enjoyed it so much. A belly-laugh like that does so much good.

I’ve always said that the number one characteristic my husband would have to have is the ability to make me laugh. This, Michael delivers in abundance. I consider a day where I haven’t laughed a waste, and those days are rare, with Michael around. The fact that he’s also gorgeous, clever and perceptive is a big bonus, of course.

Edited to add: If anyone would like to read the joke, just ask me and I’ll e-mail it to you. It’s a bit risqué, and I didn’t want to put it on my blog. This is a family blog, lol.