I had this fabulous blog post all ready to go, really, I did. All about how M and I are starting traditions anew and building our new Christmas decorations from scratch. But then, upon excitedly opening the box of the new 7 ft. tree we got this weekend, I realized it was in fact, the wrong tree. It was instead, two smaller, 3 ft. trees with lame fake holly and pine cones on them.

Ummm, no.

So after I had my ‘princess’ whiny moment, things turned a little hysterical. And ya know, it may have just been funny to us, but I figured I would share, in case anyone has silly senses of humor like we do (akin to ‘conversations with M‘)

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One of my cats was sprawled in front of the fireplace. M decides to crawl down next to her, on hands and knees, sort of like a cat (if that makes sense).

She gets startled, looks at him, and gets up.

Me: I think they get weirded out when we ‘walk like a cat’ at their level next to them, for some reason.

(pause)

M: Well, I’d get weirded out too, if all of a sudden, they started walking upright on two feet!

Me: bwahhahahahha.

**I really hope someone finds these funny, or I am literally just writing this for my own amusement. Call it slaphappy Tuesday?! **

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My favorite commercial comes on TV. The one with Danny DeVito (I can’t even remember what the commercial is for!). He says “You’re supermodels?! What do you model?! HANDS?”

Me: bwahahahahaha.

(cracks me up. every single time.)

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Later that night, readying for bed.

M: what time do you want to get up tomorrow?

Me: I dunno. 6:30? (note: this is the only morning we can ‘sleep in’ during the week, so 6:30 feels utterly glorious!)

M: Snickers. Because we’re 75 and need 10 hours of sleep.

Me: bwahahahaha. (yes, we did go to bed at 9:30 last night!)

M: You’ve ruined me, ya know. I used to be able to go to bed at like, 5 am and get up at 6 am and work a full day, absolutely fine. Now, I can barely tear myself out of bed after 8 hours!

(I don’t know why, but I am proud of that LOL)

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So, there you have it. Random funny moments that I hope others find funny, because they still amuse me. And they make me realize even more how much I love him. He makes me laugh. Hysterically. He puts up with my whiny princess moments. He rolls with the punches WAY more easily than me. He centers me. He grounds me. And I sure hope I do some of these things for him too. But gosh darnit, at least I get him to sleep 8 hours a night. That’s something…right?!