I just made an excellent pun!
Jan. 19th, 2019 03:07 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thewayneMy wife isn't a huge fan of puns, more on that later.
We were putting laundry away, and she was commenting on her socks, of which there were four but only one pair. Of the remaining two, though the style looked the same, one was black and one was brown. Depending on the lighting and the level of examination you were willing to apply, you were not going to see the difference. She started playing with the words of Martin Luther King Jr., talking about judging socks not by the color of their yarn....
and I threw in 'but by the content of their skein.'
Whereupon after laughing, she ordered the poodle to bite me. The poodle, being somewhat clever, knew that the laughter negated the attack order, and did not, in fact, bite me.
A discussion of puns followed. She's not keen on them because she feels that she's not quick enough to pick them up or respond to them on a timely basis. Myself, I feel very happy to recognize an opportunity to make a joke about skeins and get it out there quickly. It proves that at least for the moment that my mind hasn't completely collapsed into pudding. Now, granted, the sock in question wasn't made out of yarn, but it still got a laugh, so good enough for us. And she does whip out puns occasionally, though I get them out more frequently.
We were putting laundry away, and she was commenting on her socks, of which there were four but only one pair. Of the remaining two, though the style looked the same, one was black and one was brown. Depending on the lighting and the level of examination you were willing to apply, you were not going to see the difference. She started playing with the words of Martin Luther King Jr., talking about judging socks not by the color of their yarn....
and I threw in 'but by the content of their skein.'
Whereupon after laughing, she ordered the poodle to bite me. The poodle, being somewhat clever, knew that the laughter negated the attack order, and did not, in fact, bite me.
A discussion of puns followed. She's not keen on them because she feels that she's not quick enough to pick them up or respond to them on a timely basis. Myself, I feel very happy to recognize an opportunity to make a joke about skeins and get it out there quickly. It proves that at least for the moment that my mind hasn't completely collapsed into pudding. Now, granted, the sock in question wasn't made out of yarn, but it still got a laugh, so good enough for us. And she does whip out puns occasionally, though I get them out more frequently.
