Fungi

Last night was the husband's office holiday party. He is the ultimate host. I do my best to tag along and be gracious to all the wonderful people who keep the company humming along.

I left around midnight, knowing he would stay until the bitter end. (I'm still a little sore from picking up oldies and being hit by the shopping cart.) When he came home, he wanted to chat, sing and discuss the evening.

I resorted to, "It's quiet time Fungus. Let me sleep."

He responded, "You've got to admit, I am a Fun Guy."

His ability to make me laugh is one of the reasons why we're still married.