Tuesday, February 2, 2010

Ridiculous. Awesome.

For most of our relationship, Philip and I have been locked in a fierce and fiercely embarrassing pun war. The puns that come out of our mouths would make even PeeWee Herman cringe. For instance, I scored a major hit by determining that my mom's dog Cappy, who can't ever seem to quit barking, was most likely suffering from aggressive Barkinson's Disease.

At 4:30 in the morning when Philip comes in to say goodbye to me as I'm sleeping, it's hard to acknowledge a real showstopper. But today he dropped it on me anyway and I feel I must now begrudgingly award him some merit points:

We have lots of covers on our bed, and I am still getting over some sort of illness so by the AM I am usually pretty damp with sweat. Philip has commented on it a few times before, but this morning he simply called me Clammy Faye Bakker and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

Well played, husband, well played.


  1. Going to be tough to top that one. I am still laughing!

  2. Heeheehee. Wordplay is punderful. (Yeah. I said it. Commence groaning.)