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Allow me to explain my sense of humor….

October 22nd, 2007 · 3 Comments · Uncategorized

….. because I do have one, contrary to my husband’s opinion.  For the past 12 or 13 years we’ve been married he has harassed me endlessly for not having a sense of humor.  I do have one, trust me, I just prefer to call it intellectual wit or perhaps dry but something along those lines.  Now I will admit to laughing at strange things and finding humor in unusual situations, but trust me – there’s some funny stuff out there if you just look for it. 

Let’s start with me not getting it.  Twice in the past month Ed has chuckled at commercials and I just looked at him blankly.  “I don’t get it.”  Whereby Ed opens his eyes really wide like he just saw a spaceship land or something and then stutters for a few minutes before explaining just why that commercial was funny.  Once he does, well then sure, ok, it’s worth a chuckle.  On the other hand, there are times when I just laugh so loud it borders on inappropriate and Ed, channeling the TBS Funny Monitor Guy, tells me, “It’s not that funny Lisa.  Please stop.”  And when you couple this odd sense of humor along with my desire to sometimes attribute everyday situations to sitcom or movie situations, well it gets really funny.  People, if you don’t like Seinfeld, Friends, Cheers (Hail Lilith!), Curb Your Enthusiasm, Godfather, or A Few Good Men, you’re probably not going to get me you know?  Just aint gonna happen.  Take yesterday for example.

Jen gave in to my begging agreed to cut my hair and when I told her I was giving up all hope of growing it out so I wanted her to chop it off she was positively thrilled to know how her next hour would be spent.  I presented her mission:  a feminine, not-too-masculine, non mullet, with all 12 of my growth patterns living cooperatively — all compiled into the perfect cut that would require no maintenance or “doing” whatsoever on my part because frankly goats,  horses, and chickens don’t care what my hair looks like and it’s usually got an inch of dirt in it by the end of the day anyway.  She accepted the challenge.  An hour later she realized I wasn’t lying when I warned her of the 12 growth patterns, thinning on the right, overly thick patch on the left, grey coming in patches, and a balding spot.  This is one brave lady.  She continued on.  Finally her submission began, “Wow, you weren’t kidding.”   “Yup, I see what meant.”   “Gee, you are definitely a challenge.”  I nodded knowingly.  Then I popped the question, “How’s the length?  Too man-ish?”  That’s when it got funny.

Jen:  No, not at all but I see what you mean.  The reason you think your cuts look like man-cuts is because…. well….

Me:  Yeah?

Jen:  Well….. let me find the words.  You see…… well there’s…… uh….. I’ll tell you one thing, you have REALLY pretty ears!

Me:  {laughing}  OK, never heard that one.  So what about the man-cut?

Jen:  Well it’s just….. you see…..

Me:  Jen, it’s ok, spill it.

Jen:  I can’t find the words.  I hate to offend you.  Let me think.  It’s just…. well….

Me:  Jen!

Jen:  The reason your short cuts look like man-cuts is because you’ve got a man-head.

Oh.  My.  God.  I literally fell out of my chair laughing so hard.  Her face turned bright red and I started choking.   You know that attractive wheezing thing people do and then the gasping that turns to gulping?  Right, that’s what I was doing.   And what witty response did I give her?  “Like man-hands from Seinfeld!”  Since she’s a fan she got it and then realized that I was genuinely laughing at myself without offense whatsoever.  If you can’t laugh at yourself, really, who can you laugh at?  I went off to dry my hair and before long I heard roaring laughter from the garage and I smiled knowing she had just told Ed and My Damn Brother-In-Law Nathan.  Now, Jen was probably surprised to learn that rather than be offended I would probably proudly wear a t-shirt or baseball cap honoring my man-head status – that’s just the kind of gal I am.

So you see, I do have a sense of humor and now I want to know yours.  That’s right, we’re becoming more interactive, you and I, so I need to get to know you.  I want to know what makes you tick, what makes you laugh, and what kind of cereal you eat.  Most importantly, I want to believe that you get me and my oddball sense of humor.  So humor me ok?  Just do it.  Now, my goal is for all 10 readers of this blog to vote so come on, get over that shy thing.  Give it to me.  Me and my man-head are dying to know.

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