It’s really funny to listen to my husband sometimes.

Tonight he has had a few drinks and he’s watching his (almost) favorite movie, Underworld.

Here comes some of the awesomeness:

*  Every time Michael comes on screen, he starts singing that Creed song…”Well I just hearrrrd/ the news todaaaaay…”  (Mind you, he hates Creed.)

*  “I like that girls dress.  It looks like two hands are grabbing her boobs.”

*  “I wish I had pecks like that.  Well, I do, but mine aren’t muscle.”

*  “She’s totally hot.  Ish.  For 1995.”

*  Me: “Latex.”  Him: “Great.”

*  Random reference to Felicity and how they canceled her show when she cut her hair.

*  “I totally love Underword.  I just wish that guy from Creed wasn’t in it.”

*  “He’s got a quality big forehead.  So does he.  And so does she.  There’s a lot of quality big foreheads.”

*  Later, “…With aaaarms wide opennnn…”  Upon my laughter, he says, “Yeah, you like how I just unsuppressed that thought from my head for you, don’t you?”

*  “Sara could probably watch this movie.  I mean, it’s not that scary.  Well, that guy from creed is scary, but just for society.”

*  “I’d seen Thriller about a million times by this age…and lets face it, Michael Jackson is a whole lot scarier than anything in this movie.”

There really was a whole lot more that got a lot funnier, but I started keeping track to late.

The point is this: My husband = funny = me happy.

The end.