Kelly and I are suffering from a real problem in our relationship. This problem is so big, I just don’t know if we can make it through it. I have suggested councilling, separation, mediation and even a labotomy (For him this is  ) 

A Labotomy Bargain Dr Nick!

This problem, you ask? I think I am a comic genius, a gift from god, made to walk this earth to make it a better place for all of mankind… hilarious you might say… And he DOESN’T! (Even now I am losing it laughing and he is laying next to me shaking his head).

What do you do to rectify this issue?

I personally think that he feels that I am brilliant, but will not release this info for fear of recognising in himself that he is comically lacking.

Take, exhibit A. Yesterday we were driving through the suburb he used to live in past places we used to hang out. I started singing “Memories” under my breath. He turned to me and said “Huh? What? What are you saying?” So I started singing louder and louder… “Misty watered coloured memmmmooorrrriiieeesssssss….” To which he followed, very seriously and with a rather disturbed look on his face, said with mild disdain and confusion “OF WHAT?!” …

My response… “Offfffffffffffffff thhhhhhhhhheeeeeeeeeeeeee waaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyy weeeee weerrrrrrreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee” …

Now this, had me in fits and still makes me laugh 24 hours on. He, however, shook his head at me and says it was terrible. How could he? Honestly? I feel that was truly witty and magnificant!

He, however, feels I highbrowed earlier in the day at the movies. He won a toy dinosaur and a toy monkey in a skill tester. He put the dinosaur in front of me (Who was holding the monkey) and acted out as if the dinosaur got the monkey to help him across a river then had the ultimate revenge by eating the monkey. I, meanwhile, dancing the monkey from side to side, chanted back with “Ha ha haha haaaaaaaaaa I survived the ice-age”

Now, while this is amusing to me (Mostly because hearing Kelly giggle makes me giggle and melt a little), I feel my memories rendition was brilliant!

You see, I think I have safely established the ‘Dad Joke’ role in this relationship. The way I see it is to just go for it, you may get a laugh, you may not, but the glory is in the fact that you tried.

For now, Kelly will keep saying I am not funny and keep living in denial of the jealousy he has for this trait.

Bless him. At least he is good in the kitchen.

Disclaimer: Kelly is actually very hilarious, he just saves his material on the most part for when we are alone which I love and feel is a real treat for me… (Or if he is drunk, he will share it with everybody else )

Love you honey  :-D :-D