I guess I could title this post: "Out of the mouth of my Babe!" My Kathy has a much different sense of humor than I do. For example, she loved: "Curb your Enthusiasm." And I, well, I did not. Partially because I don't get Sarcasm, and Larry invented that word. And partially because I thought it was mean.
But we do share some humor...and (Thank God) she loves my jokes!
Her humor is very dry. Death Valley dry. But man it is wicked funny.
Just one example, today I had to go back to the Urgent Care...looks like the Breathing Treatments weren't working. So more megadoses of steroids for another six weeks. I have so many steroids in me I qualify for a Professional Baseball contract. That is my sense of humor.
Now my Kathy's sense of humor. Since I am having trouble breathing, it brought back memories of our Tenth Wedding Anniversary...as that is the year I developed Asthma. We went to see a movie called : Crossing Delancey Street...and I won't give it away, but she makes the right choice. All the couples hung around after the credits, just holding each other, or having quiet nice chats. Kathy and I were one of those couples.
I hugged her and said: "After ten years of marriage, you still take my breath away."
Without missing a beat she said:
"Maybe that's why you have Asthma."
Mic Drop.
Laugh.
Gotta love that girl.