A little while back I wrote about my love for words and how my mother had instilled that love into me.
I must thank the Irish side of my geneology as well. Dad’s family carried those genes. Somewhere along the line I think I picked up the Irish gift of gab, and the love of a good joke, the turn of a phrase, the inside jokester in me sharing the inside joke. I’d like to think there were some funny people in my dad’s large family.
In our small family – hubby moose, two daughters and me – we have always shared laughter at our inside jokes. Punny people we are. Only, it was mostly I who was the punster. I did my dead-level best to get people to crack up using self-deprecating humor and plays on words.
So, imagine my delight when (after 42.5 years of marriage) I discovered just the other day that apparently I have rubbed off on hubby moose.
We were driving in his rig to the store and talking about just how cold it was that day. We both looked at his vehicle thermometer and remarked that it was 2 below zero. Without cracking a smile or missing a beat he quipped well, it won’t be 2 below forever – that’s in Mississippi.
TUPELO – 2 BELOW!!!! bwahahahaha – you are one punny fellow hubby moose!