My Wife is Extremely Funny
This morning it was again cold, but since we've been trying to sell our house, she put away my hooded sweatshirt that I typically wear to work when it's still chilly in the morning. Well... today, for the second day in a row, I forgot to ask when she was awake, so I had to go to work in my rain jacket, which, because it's not thick and knitted, is... well... chilly.
So I decided that I'd text her asking if she could set it out for me. I've looked, and for the life of me could not find that guy. So I texted her:
To: Hoodie Kidnapper From: Cold Commuter Please let me know the ransom of my beloved brown hoodie. It's very cold in the morning, and I miss him. Thanks
She wrote back:
To: Cold Commuter From: Hoodie Recovery Special Ops Your hoodie has been recovered without incident and will be returned to you
I had to thank her:
God Bless you, Special Ops. I'll name my first child after you: Special Beaty. He was formerly "Joseph", but your heroic efforts deserve to be recognized.
She made me laugh again:
No special thanks is necessary, sir. Just doing our job.
It's days like this that I feel exceptionally lucky to have been married to this lady for going on 25 years now. Very lucky.
What a hoot.