Wishing my gag order was lifted and with it my creative brain block? Me too.
Things I can tell you...
Last night I made Mr F spew chewed pretzels and water all over himself and the couch.
Well, we were watching The Biggest Loser.
During the weigh-in Sherry (the pink team mom) starts toward the scale and Mr F says "She's the one I'm nervous for."
"Yeah, plus I like her." I say.
"Cause I'd look like her if I was fat."
Right then the camera scanned her body.
And Mr F started laughing so hard he actually started throwing up.
Which was disgusting... but... also hilarious. And in part to get out of the range of fire but also because my body had gone limp with laughter I fell to the ground and lay there convulsing. Which only made his condition worsen. And I turned to look just as I saw another round of pretzel and water come propelling out of his mouth.
Of course what was so funny about this was that his immediate free flowing laugh attack was an undeniable open acknowlegement that YES that is what I would look like.
Which was kind of an insult.
But I had hit the nail so firmly on the head that any normal husband to wife filter was trumped and the truth came out... along with the pretzels.
And it couldn't have been funnier.