There are lots of reasons, but one is that he is the only person I ever have conversations like this with:
Me: "So, how did they connect the pieces of the sectional together?" (In reference to our new couch which I was not home when they delivered).
Hubby: (After only the slightest of hesitations) "There is a monkey behind the couch holding the pieces together. His name is Coochallo."
Me: "So you're saying we have a couch monkey?"
Hubby: "Yes, Coochallo the couch monkey."
Me: "Man I can just see Jojo, going crazy with this, I will get you you crazy couch monkey!" (Proceed to break down in hysterical laughter at the idea of a couch monkey and how our crazy dog would react.)
Where do these things come from? I don't know. I love that about him.
Me: "So, how did they connect the pieces of the sectional together?" (In reference to our new couch which I was not home when they delivered).
Hubby: (After only the slightest of hesitations) "There is a monkey behind the couch holding the pieces together. His name is Coochallo."
Me: "So you're saying we have a couch monkey?"
Hubby: "Yes, Coochallo the couch monkey."
Me: "Man I can just see Jojo, going crazy with this, I will get you you crazy couch monkey!" (Proceed to break down in hysterical laughter at the idea of a couch monkey and how our crazy dog would react.)
Where do these things come from? I don't know. I love that about him.
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