I think I've mentioned before that my wife is not all that impressed with me. I'm sure at one point, before we we're married she thought I was funny. But now, after eleven years, she looks at me as if to say, "What else can you do?" I just shrug my shoulders and say, "That's all I got." All of that changed recently.
My family was over for cake to celebrate my son's seventh birthday. The children were in the living room ripping open presents while the adults sat at the table talking. (In case you're wondering, yes I sat with the adults). My mother was telling a story about her students and how bad they are when I interjected something funny. I don't even remember what I said but I think it involved a tire iron a cork and some chewing gum.
The result was the entire table erupted in laughter. But none of that mattered to me. I looked over at my wife to see her typical dead pan or her signature rolling-of-the-eyes. Instead her eyes were squinted and she was doubled over in actual laughter. I couldn't believe it! She touched her index finger to her tongue and stroked a hash mark in the air. "That was good." she said, "I have to give you that one."
I am on a roll! after eleven years, I have one. At this rate, by the time I'm fifty I should have two.