Ironic, isn't it? A day after reading all those health articles (so you don't have to!), I've come down with something. I wish it had a fancy name (or, wait - maybe I don't); but it's just your garden-variety, lie-around-on-the-couch-and-blow-your-nose type of virus. With a touch of feel-like-crap-and-wonder-if-life-is-worth-living bacteria thrown in for good measure....
Why am I telling you this? Well, if I complain here, Larry doesn't have to hear it. He gets tired of my whining. After 20 years (almost!), I can't say I blame him. Myself, I get tired of how he ruins jokes by explaining them. Ah, marriage - she is beautiful, no?
There's no funny here tonight. And I can't find any funny anywhere else, either. What's up with that? Is there some sort of global humor malaise happening? WHERE ARE ALL THE JOKES, PEOPLE?
I need something to laugh at. Suggestions?