When Mike got home from work, I showed him my sad face and the band-aid on my finger.
Me: When I was shredding cheese today, I grated my thumb.
Mike: (optimistically) What grade did you give it?
Friday, February 19, 2010
How I Married My Dad
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no grade, just a thumbs up! bah! mike and dad are so punny.
lol, that's funny!
I'm afraid I'm usually the spouse guilty of dad-level puns in this marriage.
nice. don't you love being married to a funny one? i sure do.
So what grade did you give it?
I'm slow on the uptake. At first I thought he was referring to the quality of the taste of your flesh when mixed with cheese. Blech.
Puns are great. Grate?
He's a hoot. Who else could think of that off the top of their head. You must always have a blast with him. I wish I had gotten that gift. I understan Grandpa Bud was a hoot too. Maybe that is where it comes from.
I'd give your thumb and A+ for grating cheese!
I love kids! What did we do before blogs, really? This stuff went shamefully unheralded.
Uh, reread that. Men. They are so funny too :) Equally unheralded :)
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