I don’t have a child to brag about or a dog or even a fish. I killed those all off several years ago…the fish, I mean. 

But I do have a husband and he makes me incredibly happy with laughter because as serious as he is when he’s in business mode, I feel so lucky to get him at home in his comfortable, casual mode where his ridiculous jokes make me nearly pee my pants. Every. Single. Time.

This morning I was putting on my boots to go to work (because I change into my heels once I get there since my pants aren’t hemmed properly yet and they drag on the ground—totally inappropriate, I know) and I was like, “What the heck?! There’s a sock in my boot!”

Kevin immediately piped up in perfect Woody voice, “There’s a snake in my boot. You’re my favorite deputy. Reach for the sky.”

And that’s the moment when I felt, for the millionth time, that I am the luckiest. And that I might pee my pants.