I wanted to post this on my birthday, but we only just got the camera back.
Many years ago I used to know a young man who told very lame jokes, then when people didn’t laugh enough, he would say, “D’you get it? Get it? Know what I mean?”
I didn’t marry a man like that. I married a man who makes ridiculous puns, then stands back secure in the assumption that you’re going to get them. So on my birthday, as I gathered around the table with my husband and children and reached into the gift bag, Jason said: “I got you a bit of Fry and Laurie for your birthday.”
I thought, That’s odd, since we already have that on DVD. Then I opened my gift bag.
Here’s what I got:
D’you get it? Get it?
Sure you do. Gotta love that man of mine. I know I do.
By the way, I’ve finally and belatedly gotten some more book reviews posted at Compulsive Overreader. Go check ’em out!