Sometimes I get what I deserve.
Like on Monday. I’d returned home from a full day of teaching teenagers on five lousy hours of sleep. I had my snark on.
So when Vivian and William started telling freestyle jokes, I joined in.
I glanced at my husband who was breathing, reason enough to make him a target.
Vivian answered. “None,” she said. “They weren’t invented yet.”
I laughed. My little cleverbot had a better punchline than I had. Granted, I didn’t have a punchline planned. And even if I had, there’s video evidence of how badly it goes when I tell a joke.
“Okay,” my husband said, interrupting Vivian and me as we laughed at our own joke. “How many mommies does it take to screw in a lightbulb?”
Vivi and I both shrugged.
“No one knows” he said. “Because they’re too busy on their computers.”
“Not funny,” I said.
“Is so,” he answered.
But it was. Kind of.
Except that I wasn’t on my computer. Yet.
What’s your favourite lightbulb joke?
If you don’t have one, feel free to make one up.