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I already love him 🙂
Hahaha! Love it. I’m with hubby, I’d rather listen to 3 Dog Night than read about The Pythagorean theory…..and I’m a big reader! Too funny, made me laugh out loud this morning.
He carried it off deadpan, too.
Oh I don’t know – a little levity may help with such a heavy subject – I’d come back to him for more every now and then when I needed a break.
Well, he is a lawyer who has been known to sing “I fought the law and the law won” to clients, so he’s definitely someone I turn to when I need comic relief. He also keeps me from taking things too seriously. Lucky me!
Agree–we need laughter!
So funny! He would get along well with my husband, who is definitely the comic relief in my house.
A necessary component in marriage!
Your hubs is working up to “I fought the law and the law One… unity .”
Haa!
Carol,
Did you tell M….
“You’re still the one
I want to talk to in bed
Still the one
That turns my head
We’re still having fun
And you’re still the one*”
* Orleans 1976
YES!
perfection. I think he’s a keeper! And I am so impressed with you and your studies (really).
Just so you know, it’s not like I really understand it or anything. LOL
If there was a perfect answer, he certainly came up with it. Sure made me laugh!
He is so clever!
Haha, Carol, sounds like a convo between me and Wendy! We’re always tossing song lyrics back and forth. 🙂
I love that!
Just so you know I got it immediately, even without the hint, I have always known one is the loneliest number
(laughing) I like One!
Hahahaha! Love that. Funny guy you have. And one with great musical taste. Thank you for today’s earworm!
It does stick!
And now I am singing that song in my head…
Join me, i’ve been at it all week!
Nice that you have someone who will not let you take yourself too seriously! Heavy exploration need s a little humor or it gets too…heavy.
Thank you so much for inspiring me to learn something new, again today. I had no idea what Pythagorean Philosophy could possibly be.
Your husband is awesome, brilliant and so funny!
oh believe me, that isn’t even the start of what it is. sigh.
I don’t think that song is part of my mental jukebox. And no, don’t hum it for me. I’ll just enjoy your husband’s sense of humor.
Oh, Jane, surely it is.Surely.
Ha ha! Love that song and now can’t get it out of my head!
Welcome to my world!
I don’t know how you are making it through that! I would be crazy. It’s weird since my wreck/sickness I can’t deal with numbers at all. Words are fine, numbers I start getting anxiety thinking about them. I’m really not explaining this well. I see numbers and I can’t function with them. I can’t add, subtract, multiply or divide. I can’t balance my checkbook, I can’t add up the tip at a restaurant. I start getting stressed out and I panic. I have never been this way in my life. As a mail carrier, numbers were a huge part of my job. I knew every single house number for 16 mail routes in 3 post offices (towns). That’s a boatload of house numbers etc. I could memorize them the first time I read an address, I was very good at my job because of this, now I can’t manage more than one digit numbers together. It’s very odd and scary….why do I end up telling you things I would never tell anyone else? This is something I hide because I am afraid of being ridiculed or taken advantage of. It makes me feel very vulnerable. One the other, Three Dog Night…One Is The Lonliest Number…I wore this song out when I broke up with my very first boyfriend! So funny to think about now.
Well, here’s the good news: it’s not at all quantitative. But I’m having trouble looking at #s as having qualitative characteristics. I could write a book on how bad I am with arithmetic–Nancy’s captcha is simple arithmetic, do you know that? Ahhh.