Thursday, April 2, 2009

Laugh At Me Till You Cry - I Don't Care

It is always my goal in life to make Mrs. Stickman laugh.  There is nothing better than her laughing, and I love it when I can make it happen.  However, it seems that she laughs at me the most when it is something that I don't intend to do.  (Don't tell her, but I really do all of those goofy things on purpose.)

It seems that most of these things happen at night when we are laying in bed watching TV.  There are few nights in bed that we don't get a case of the giggles, like a couple of little school girls.  And, honestly most of the time they are at my expense.  Mostly, just because I would NEVER laugh at her expense.  That would just be rude.  I can't even imagine that.  

One of the things that gets us going the most is that for some reason when I'm laying in bed and something funny happens on TV, I will laugh, but that laugh will somehow turn into a snort.  Like a wild hog has somehow snuck into our bedroom and let out a scream.  This happened again last night, and like every other time, I think Mrs. Stickman laughed until she cried.

The night before that, again in bed, we were saw a commercial for the new Prince CD.  So we were talking about listening to Prince, and I started singing "When Doves Fly."  Now, in my defense, it only took me about 5 seconds to catch that the stupid song is actually "When Doves Cry" - but, I'll be damned if Mrs. S didn't laugh at me for about a half an hour.

I do have a history of missing some of the words in songs.  The one that I have heard about for about four years now is the Paula Abdul song "Cold Hearted."  I was convinced - and still am - that the words to that song are - or should be - "he's a cold hearted sailor, look into his eyes...."  Apparently, the word is actually "snake" - not "sailor."  I think that's dumb.  Everybody knows that sailors are cold hearted.

If you really want to get my family laughing until they cry, all you have to do is mention the time I fell down the stairs.  That's right, I almost die, and they think it's the funniest thing in the world.

It was a weekday morning in the summer.  It so happened, that the wife and I were the only two home that morning.  Thank God!  She had gotten up and gone into the bathroom.  I got up, grabbed my water glass, which was still 2/3 full (or 1/3 empty if you are that kind of person) and headed for the steps to go downstairs and get coffee going (because I'm a good husband like that).

So I hit the top step, and I'm not exactly sure what happened here, but the next thing I know I'm sliding down the stairs on my back.  In reality, it probably took 10 seconds to get to the bottom, but while it was happening it seemed like 1o minutes.  As I'm sliding down I manage to hang on to the water cup.  With each bump from the next step, water splashes out of the cup, all over me, the steps, and the wall. 

As, I am falling, all I can think in my mind is, "at least this is quiet so she won't hear it."  Turns out it wasn't so quiet.  As I am laying mangled, bloody (some bad carpet burn on my back), and soaking wet at the bottom of the stairs, Mrs. S appears at the top,  looking down at me. I give her credit, she had the sense to ask me if I was OK before she laughed as hard as she has ever laughed in her life.  

It was instantly dubbed "the best morning ever!"  And for the next 6 months she wouldn't let me walk down the stairs without her being there to watch so she wouldn't miss another fall.

As I've said before, the schadenfreude is strong in her.  But man, her own husband?  Especially her own husband!  Yet, in the words of Kelly Clarkson, my life would suck without her.

Stickman out!

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  1. STICKMAN!! Is it a coinky dink that you talked about KC? How weird!

    You know, my hubs loves making me laugh too but he gets angry when I laugh AT him. He's such a sensitive soul.

  2. I laugh with and at my husband all of the time. He cracks me up. It's the main reason I married him.

    Oh, and he busted his arse down the stairs once and I was lucky enough to be around to see it. I was able to ask if he was okay after I caught my breath from laughing to hard. :)

  3. Bee... It's not a coinky dink! I had just read your post so it was fresh in my mind i think. If I got angry when my wife laughed at me, I would turn into the Incredible Hulk.

    Candice... I think it's why Mrs. S married me too. But my god, at least she asked if I was okay BEFORE she laughed!