Anyone who knows my husband, knows what a practical joker he is. It's never a dull moment when he's around, and not a day goes by when I don't laugh because of something he's done or said. He can whoop out one-liners and zingers quick as a whip and no one is safe from his sarcastic wit and corny sense of humor.
He is constantly playing tricks on co-workers and loves to scare people, then laughs uncontrolably afterward. His laugh is infectious and you can't help but laugh along. He sings along with the radio when we're driving down the road and changes all the words to the songs. He's a total goofball and imitates Scooby Doo and Donald Duck perfectly.
And did I mention what a practical joker he is? Sometimes he amuses himself at my expense when he can't sleep at night. I'll be sound asleep and he'll be pinching my nose shut so I can't breathe or sticking his finger in my ear until I wake up and swat his hand away. I'll never forget this one time I was asleep and dreaming that I was sitting in a chair in this small, square room, up against a wall that was completely covered with double-sided tape. My chair was apparently too close to the wall because my hair kept getting stuck to the tape, so I kept scooting my chair forward to get my hair unstuck from the wall. This went on for what seemed like forever and no matter how many times I moved my chair, my hair kept getting stuck in the tape!
For whatever reason (probably total frustration!) I woke myself up and as I laid there in the pitch dark I sensed my husband was awake and felt his arm slowly coming up towards my head. Sure enough, he grabbed a single strand of my hair and yanked it out, holding his breath and giggling silently, trying not to laugh out loud. No wonder I was dreaming about my hair being pulled by that tape-covered wall! I kept as quiet as a mouse and carefully pulled my elbow forward to wait for him to reach for another strand of hair. As soon as I felt his arm poised over my head again, I launched my elbow back as hard as I could and got him right in the gut! He was so not expecting my move and it felt like my elbow sunk all the way through his stomach! He let out a big "oooompfffff" and as soon as he caught his breath, he said "How long have you been awake?" I said, "How long have you been pulling my hair out by the roots!?" Then I told him about my dream and we laid there and laughed for half an hour! What a brat!
They say laughter is the best medicine, so I guess I have him to thank for my good health. Thanks for the giggles, sweetie! Keep 'em coming!
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