One of the reasons me and the mister get along is that we have a similarly weird sense of humor and make each other laugh.
Me, seeing Rick coming out of the garage with a level, crossing arms over chest- We’ve HAD this conversation already. I HATE that you keep checking to make sure they are still level!
A little later on, Rick stomps in from doing the laundry, frowning at me horribly.
Rick, reaching out to hand me my credit card and driver’s license that are shiny clean from yet another trip through the wash- I keep telling you NOT to make me a part of your criminal activities!
Annnnd back to puttering around the house we go, without even a ba-dum tizz…
Curiouser and Curiouser 