apples and numbers

Two times today, my husband (aka "Funny Boy") has made me laugh twice so hard that I lost my breath, doubled over, stomach pains. He's only been home for an hour and a half! Of course he always makes me laugh but I don't remember the last time I've laughed so hard. Once about something on the internets, once about apples. How can someone be funny about apples? The Granny Smiths, of course. Belong to the boy. Not the pie. I thought I was going to fall in the floor with all the laughing.

But then I got him back! After five years of marriage, I can still make the boy blush like a little girl. And not how you're thinking, you pervert, get your mind out of the gutter. It went a little something like this:

M: And she [woman in a meeting] comes up with this number like it's not totally, obviously, wrong! And people keep explaining to her that her previous number, an hour previously, was giant leaps lower, and THAT number was somewhere around the highest ever number before so this one was just way out of the realm of possibility.
K: Uh huh.
M: And then someone explains that this number is not even mathematically possible, as there aren't enough minutes in an hour for that kind of increase! And then--
K: Wait.
M: What?
K: That was you.
M: *looks a little embarrassed* Maybe it wasn't!
K: That was totally you! You are the only person in the entire world who would insert statistics like that into a spontaneous argument about meaningless numbers!
M: HMPH.
K: Awww! You're blushing!
M: I AM NOT.

Now I just need to make him STOP LICKING MY FOREHEAD when I irritate him.

Marriage is tough (but fun.)