I think I have the funniest husband in the world. His sense of humor is the best. Or at least, it is, in my mind and ears. He loves to throw jokes at me. He enjoys making jokes out of ordinary things. Sometimes I wonder if he’s starting to lose his sanity. He’s crazily funny, if you know what I mean.
Having a husband like mine is like having a clown in the house. It always feels like there’s a children’s party happening right in front of me. I admit I get annoyed at him sometimes, but almost always I end up missing his funny antics when he finally stops after my reprimand. It’s just so sad that our angel in heaven wasn’t able to experience his dad’s coolness and endearingly funny personality. (We miss you, baby.)