A Sense of humor........or something

I crack myself up.

Seriously, all the time. I find things that happen to me SO funny. I always feel that I am trapped inside of a Seinfeld episode. I will laugh at myself for days sometimes. It's something Race will never understand. Who can blame him? How many times has the man been awakened in the middle of the night to the bed vibrating, only to find out it's his lunatic wife laughing silently to herself. I am trying so hard not to make any sound, so I have my hand over my mouth.But I am still laughing uncontrolably so my whole body is shaking. And then as soon as Race incoherantly mumbles something, I just let loose, "BWAHAHAHA!!!!I was just thinking about_______blah-blah-blah-blah!!!! ."

And of course it never translates in the middle of the night. (Somebody remind me about all that stuff I said in my last post when he doesnt get my humor in the middle of the night, o.k?)


The other day I was writing an email to him. I was typing out "Hey honey! How's it going?" Well, later I went back to check it, to see if he had actually gotten the email and realized that what I had actually typed out, "Hey, Homey! How's it going?" BWAHAHAHA!! The thought of Race reading that, out in the middle of nowhere just cracked me up for days. So of course, I say it all the time now. "Hey homey! How's it going?"

He loves that.;-)

Do you ever do that thing where you switch the first letters of words around? It's fun. It's like Sudoku.......only...it's....... fun, and you need very little intelligence to play.(ahem) I do it all the time when I have to wait in line somewhere.
Well, just the other day I was at the deli. The lady behind the counter was your typical deli gal. Rather husky, wearing a plastic cap over her hair(that, frankly could have done with a little moisture under it). She was none too pleased that I was taking her away from frying up potato wedges to so demandingly ask her to slice 2 lbs of turkey. I figure, it's probably a pretty thankless job, back there working with all that deli meat. I smiled and started looking around and sort of slipped into a familiar half comatose state. I start the word game. I go through a few...Premium Deli- Dremium Peli......Carolina's Best-Barolina's Cest.........and then.....wait-. No. It can't be. The mother of all word turn a rounds! Boars Head.....is........HOARS BED!!! BWAHAHAHAHAHA! I just started laughing out loud. Right there. In the deli.I tried to explain it to Deli Lady, but again....didn't translate. Hell, it STILL makes me laugh. Hoars Bed!!

Yeah.............I know.........

Come back tomorrow for "More Word Games With Melissa"