A few days ago, my beloved and I were able to spend lunchtime together, and this conversation ensued:
Him: You know you’re married to an idiot, right?
Me: Um, no; that seems to have escaped my notice (Chili’s note; Mr. Chili is one of the smartest people I know). Why do you say that?
Him: So, the other day, I’m doing something mindless around the house – sweeping the kitchen, I think it was – and I was thinking about what’s going on with you and you mom. One thought led to another and I found myself remembering a conversation I overheard you have on the phone, and then I started wondering about what the “N” in n-stage cancer stood for…
Me: giggle, snort
Him: Then, I swear to God, it hits me like an electric shock; it’s not N-stage cancer, it’s END stage cancer. En-duh. All my life, I never heard the “duh.”
I haven’t laughed that hard in a long time. My husband rocks.
