Jenny Lawson’s husband enjoys pun wars, and I’m a tad envious.
When I pun, Paul looks at me as though he’d like to time-travel back to our wedding day and stuff a sock in the officiant’s mouth so she can’t say a word. Many would say this is reasonable, and I suppose there’s some valid argument there.
The post below encourages me to write one I’ve been thinking of this week. When I mentioned the topic, Paul started digging through his sock drawer.
Note: Merriam-Webster’s site defines a pun as follows:
“the usually humorous use of a word in such a way as to suggest two or more of its meanings or the meaning of another word similar in sound”
How chicken-shit is that? Own it, M-W. Drop the “usually.” Puns are great. Most of the time. Okay. You’re right. Never mind.
