Her Sense of Humor

A slight hint of consternation was in her voice, “Why did you tell those people I’m deaf and dumb?” “I never said you were deaf, my Dear.” She laughed, but I kinda felt like a bum. Hell. It was just a joke. One evening, she asked, “Will you love me if I get chubby?” I responded, “Of course I still love you. It would take much more than pounds and cellulite To make me fall out of love…it’s true.” Hell. It was just a joke. “Would you remarry if I die before you?” she asked. I said, “No…probably not…I’ve been spoiled by you.” “But you’ve been a great husband. I think you should.” “Whatever happens, happens is the best I can do.” “If you remarried, would you play golf with your new wife? And would you let her use my clubs?” she demanded. I calmly smiled and said, “Your clubs are safe. You see, my Dear…she’s left handed.” Hell. It was just a joke. Then, she whined and whined about her butt. I responded, “Want to knock some inches off that ass? It may sound strange, but I heard it works…. Rinse all your panties in Slim Fast.” Hell. It was just a joke. The next day, I readied for work, took ‘undies’ from my drawer. They were engulfed in a fog of white, why I didn’t know. So, I asked, “Honey! Why did you put talcum powder on my shorts?” She slyly smiled, “That’s not talcum powder. That’s Miracle Gro.” Hell. It was just a joke....I guess. So, what is my wife’s most endearing feature? Her sense of humor.... there’s no doubt. Always a smile where angst or anger might have been, A smile I never want to be without.