This morning's laugh

I love my husband, I really do. I don't write this blog to embarrass him, but, really some of the stuff he says is hi-larious. This morning, nearly unprompted he asks "Really, do you know anyone who has ever escaped the trailer park? Such as, you always hear these feel-good stories about some child of a single mom who pulled himself out of the gutter or rose out of the ghetto to become a doctor or influential lawyer. But you never hear about anyone who rises out of the trailer park!"

I point out Eminem's life story, "rose from the trailer park, etc." He says "He never left the trailer park, with his long greasy hair, greasy beard, hick cowboy hat. And isn't that the guy who hangs out with Jesse James?"

Me: "um, aren't you talking about Kid Rock? They aren't the same person." "Oh, okay," he agrees.
I find this hilarious and burst into laughter, incredulous. My husband doesn't follow pop culture or rather any culture not related to Linux, rock climbing, or tree hugging. He couldn't tell Brittany Spears from a Brittany Spaniel.

And then, when it can't get any funnier or I'll wet myself, he mid-rant says:
 "and I used to like Willie Nelson , Jr!"
Um, who? "Willie Nelson, Jr!"
I am not aware of the existence of a Willie, Jr, so I question him again at which point I ask "Hank Williams, Jr?"
"Yes! That guy!!"

Oh, he is priceless. No one makes me laugh like this guy.