You’d think that with all of the laughing the two of us do with each other we’d both have abs of steel.
A long time ago, I hoped that when I aged I’d have laugh lines rather than frown lines.
I look in the mirror and think, “Mission accomplished.”
And then I smile again.
One of my favorite sounds in the world is my husband’s laughter.
I feel like using some foul language:
Quack. Quack. Cluck. Cluck. Gobble. Gobble. Cock-a-Doodle-Do!
“A good laugh and a long sleep are the two best cures for anything.” ~Irish Proverb
Two grown men laughing about farts until they can’t breath. It doesn’t get any better than this!
Late night conversations with Hubby…
Hubby: How deep do frogs like their pond?
Hubby: Knee deep. Knee deep.