Seriously. And it is made even dumber by the fact that I cracked myself up so badly that I snorted and actually fell out of bed.
So, Archie and I were in bed, reading. I was reading a book about Herman Melville. And I started to read a passage out of it to Archie. He asked, "So, Melville wrote 'Moby Dick', right?"
"Uh, yeah."
"I've never read it."
"Really? It's a whale of a book." And that's when I fell out of bed, snorting at my own completely stupid pun.
It's a wonder I'm still married and that my children have not been taken away from me.
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Geez, honey, could you make me look like I have an IQ over that of a cabbage when you recount these stories? "So, Melville wrote 'Moby Dick', right?"
To everyone who will read these comments: I knew that Melville wrote the 'Dick', when Katie hurt me with that pun.
Other than that, the account is accurate, though she leaves out the part where I called a psychiatrist after hearing her laugh for 30 consecutive minutes.
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