Mr. Doodlebug makes me laugh

One of the many reasons I fell in love with Mr. Doodlebug is his sense of humor. He cracks me up all the time. Lying in bed we laughed so hard my stomach hurt two nights last week. Today we went to Lancaster County, where I had never been. We went to Intercourse and Bird-In-Hand, yes those are the actual names of the two towns we visited today. We bought some incredible desserts (shoofly pie, chocolate-peanut butter whoopie pie, pumpkin-vanilla whoopie pie, chocolate peanutbutter fudge, chocolate marshmallow ice cream, and rootbeer licorice) at a few bakeries and specialty shops. In one of those specialty shops Mr. D noted that they had large boxes of pickling salt and he said, "Honey, why don't you pickle more things for our family?"

The other day, knowing that I make fun of him for not knowing how to cook anything (except peanut butter bread -- where you spread peanut butter on a piece of bread -- and macaroni and cheese from a box) he asked if I wanted him to whip up some whipped cream to go on our sundaes. I asked how he would go about doing that. He replied, "I would take some butter and sugar and milk and whip it really fast." It doesn't sound as funny now that I'm retelling it, but believe me, it was funny at the time.

One time when we were still living in DC I had come home from grocery shopping and was telling Mr. D about my trip. I said, "Do you want to hear about my trip?" He said, "I can't wait to hear every detail!"

Part of what makes Mr. D perfect for me is his ability to disarm me when I'm pissed off and in an argumentative mood. His humor makes our relationship work, not to mention it's good for my health to laugh so much.