Last week, Miss Doxie told a wonderfully silly riddle. Over the weekend, I repeated it to The Husband.
What's green and fuzzy, and if falls out of a tree and lands on you, it will kill you?
A POOL TABLE.
And he laughed, and said that yes, that was the funniest riddle he'd heard all day, but he also said that he was laughing because I was giggling so much.
As we were putting away laundry on Sunday night (we are so exciting), I riddled him, "What's red and shiny, and if it falls out of a tree and lands on you, it will kill you?"
"A Corvette?" he ventured.
"No, a--well, yes. But NO. A MINI COOPER."
He laughed, and then made me keep putting away clothes.
Last night, while dinner was in the oven, I lay down on the couch with my feet in his lap.
"What's grey and scaly, and if it falls out of a tree and lands on you, it will kill you?" He raised his eyebrows. "A Brontosaurus."
He laughed again. And that is why I am in love with him. (He obviously loves me for my high-brow sense of humor. And my enchilada recipe.)