Me: How was your day?
Joe: It was good, how about yours?
(Small break here for a welcome-home kiss.)
Joe: I had an interesting start to the morning, though.
Joe: Well, I went downstairs to go to the bathroom but someone forgot to flush the toilet.
(I'm safe, I think to myself. It wasn't me. I'm not naming names but I have a pretty good idea who it was.)
|Could we clear the room? Not you, Frau. Not you, Scott. Not you, henchman arbitrarily turning knobs.|
Joe: Whichever one poop is.
He wasn't even trying to make me laugh, but somehow watching the absolute outrage on his face was enough to make me laugh pretty much all night long.