To Laugh or Not to Laugh

Sometimes, my husband reads my posts and laughs. I actually hear a chucke, which is rare unless provoked by Eddie Izzard or intense tickling.

And so the banter begins.

"What? What was funny?"
"Um...all of it."
"Well, you didn't laugh the whole way through, just once in the middle."
"Ya, but it was all funny."
"Come on! Throw me a bone, here!"

And that, my friends, is the sound of me turning into a pleading sack of goo. Dammit. He wins again.