Sue is on the Amtrak on her way to New York city for a two day business trip. She’ll be home late tomorrow night. You know what that means, right? It means the mice will play. Ryan and I are in for some quality bro-time.
For anyone who is curious what I’m talking about, I said something (purely in jest, I still claim) that was printed in a Washington Post article. Most people found it hilarious. By “most people” I mean everyone except my wife. Have I ever pointed out she lacks the humor gene?
Speaking of which, I had to laugh (on the inside) when Sue proclaimed one evening “I might not be funny, but I have a sense of humor”. While it is true I can make her laugh, I must limit my material to only topics that don’t possibly offend people, animals, insects, or mandated reporters. No swearing. No crude gestures. You know, keep it squeaky clean. So, it restrains me to such long-standing Diviney household classics as “How do you catch a unique rabbit? Unique (you sneak) up on it.” Really, if you say it enough it actually becomes funny. Don’t believe me… try it on a five-year old.
It’s time to get rolling, but I’ll leave you all with part two of the joke. How do you catch a tame rabbit?