Monday, March 10, 2008

I really shouldn't laugh, but...

My husband is the sweetest man on earth, doing things like walking through Saturday's snowstorm to buy me that cookie I was craving, but he also has a warped sense of humor.

Sunday morning, we were drinking coffee in the living room, admiring the sunlight glittering off the snow and getting ready for The Big Dig of '08. (ow. still ow.) Across the street was our neighbor Dave, struggling with his snowblower.

Now, Dave is kind of an old guy who has grown children and lives alone with his cat. He's the type that spends summer days out on his front porch watching the world go by, waving to neighbors, chatting to people walking past...and smoking. And then smoking some more. When the weather's good and we have the windows open, I can hear him outside in the morning, coughing. I half expect to look out and find him either passed out or collecting a chunk of his blackened lung off the lawn.

So as I watch Dave huffing and puffing out in the cold, I say to Mike, "I'm worried for him. What if he has a heart attack?"

Mike glances outside and without hesitation, says, "Well, if he keels over, you dial 9-1-1 and I'll run across the street and grab the snowblower."

11 comments:

Lydia said...

yet another reason I love your husband

JD said...

Warped sense of humor? sounds normal enough for me. . . .
Of course I grew up with my dad. . . the man (a doctor) who one night while watching the news during dinner had this comment to a story - the reported said some injured person was in stable condition. . . . my dad turned to the dinner table and looked at us and with a straight face said "that could mean he's dead, dead is very stable, it ain't gonna change". As I a friend over for dinner my mother was horrified. . . my friends all liked dad. . . .

Angry Farnsworth said...

Mike never fails to make me chuckle, I needed a good laugh, that is why I am proud to be one of the geeks he hangs out with every other Sunday...He is a good man.

Angry Farnsworth said...

Oh, BTW, now that you are into shooting we officially need to build a machine gun into your leg, you know, something petite, like an MG-42. Very handy when the zombies take over. (or for hard to remove pickle jar lids, or what have you, a million household uses really(sure beats the heck out of a Ginsu (SP) knife))(I'm having way too much fun with brackets here)

Breda said...

hey, Angry Farnsworth! I know you! (and I'm super duper fond of you too) (brackets and all)

Christina LMT said...

LOL!

I guess your neighbor didn't keel over, though.

Oldsmoblogger said...

Let us give thanks that the gentleman did not. ;-)

Your husband's comment reminds me of one of the better lines from the legendary Arfcom zombie thread.

Poster A: "Guys, I think I've been bitten. I don't feel so good."

Poster B: "That sucks. Can I have your guns?"

Funny is funny.

Clint said...

...walking through Saturday's snowstorm to buy me that cookie I was craving...

You're husband is an inspiration for me, Breda! Next snowstorm, I'm sending Margie out for cookies!

phlegmfatale said...

That was funny, and a perfectly understandable sentiment!

Tam said...

You know when I laugh that hard this early in the morning it makes me hack and cough, right? ;)

Matt G said...

I literally laughed for 20 seconds when I read that.

And yet... it makes perfect sense.