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If laughter is the best medicine it’s no wonder neither my husband nor I has been sick this year. He has a great sense of humor—kooky at times, but still. He discovers the humor-potential in things I totally miss. For example, I was trying to explain to him that we needed to go shopping again, an activity he hates. My reasoning: “You need pants, and my bra-shopping trip was a bust.” Cue loud laughter. I’m thinking, “What did I say?” Then it dawns on me.

Then there are the times he builds on something I say, introducing the joke himself. When I told him his scientific approach in the kitchen made him like a new-and-improved Alton Brown—cuter, and with better puns—he responded, “You mean butter puns?”

Thanks for the immunity-boost, Love!

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