If you ask a girl what she looks for in a man, a good sense of humor is usually high up on the list. It was a must-have for me as well, but with K, I would say I got more than I bargained for. Here's an example of what it's like to live with K. On the drive back from church one Sunday, I'm peacefully minding my own business when K all of a sudden blurts out, "DID YOU SEE THAT??"
Turning my head to look out my window where he is frantically pointing, all I perceive is a nicely manicured sidewalk. Bewildered, I reply, "No..."
"You missed it! A sleepy raccoon!!"
Allow me to pause and explain what a "sleepy raccoon" is. About a year after we got married, we were similarly driving to some unimportant location, when K gestured at the shoulder of the road. "Ohhh, isn't that cute? Look at that sleepy kitten. He was so tired, he just had to lay down and take a little nap on the side of the road." This caused me to experience an uncomfortable clash of emotions. On one hand, I could feel a spontaneous shrill giggle bursting to escape my lips. On the other hand, I was completely shocked at my feelings of schadenfreude, and I found myself blushing furiously in mortification. Ever since then, any notable piece of roadkill has become "that sleepy <insert fuzzy cute animal>." Back to my story...
As soon as K says "sleepy raccoon," I of course know what he was talking about. To my horror, my wonderful husband begins to shift lanes. "NO, honey. Bad honey! You stop th-"
But it's inevitable. At the next traffic light, K proceeds to make a U-turn (as I knew he would), drive back to the scene of the crime, and slow down enough so he can make sure I see the cause of his evil delight. There against the curb, fully intact, lies a huge male raccoon, all four limbs stiff and pointing straight out. I can't remember what I said, but something to the effect of "I can't believe you turned around just for this..." Too bad I couldn't hide the smile in my eyes because it only encourages his habit of finding other inappropriate things for me to laugh at.
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