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Giggles

I just feel the need to share some funnies tonight. It has been a rough week for my family, but even in the hard times there need to be some smiles.

My husband Jamey just makes me laugh. Without even trying. And when he laughs, I laugh harder. Those who know him know what I mean...just one of those people whose giggle is contagious.

Tonight as I was washing my face for bed, I looked at Jamey and asked "Have you ever wondered what it would be like to not be you but to interact with you for a day?" (I hope I'm not the only one who thinks about these types of things.)

He looks at me and without missing a beat says "I bet it would be the most interesting conversation of my day." Totally serious.

Of course, I can't help but just laugh so hard. He then went on to explain that most of it could be done with body language and facial expressions, since he would already know what he would be thinking. I of course told him that would violate the rules of the day since he couldn't be himself...he would have to be another person so he wouldn't know exactly what he was thinking. I mean, that would only make sense right?

Shortly after, he said something to me that was uncharacteristic of him...in fact, he sounded like me. And lo' and behold, he was trying to use my own thinking against me.

I said, "Hey, you can't do that, that is MY logic. You just can't use my own logic against me, that is also against the rules." (I should have a hard copy rule book somewhere so it doesn't look like I'm making them up as I go...because I am so not).

Jamey says, "Your logic is NOT copyrighted. So therefore I can use it."

Hmmm. Well played sir, well played.

Hope this gave you a giggle...it sure did me. ;-)

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