yo ho yo ho

last night while driving to my birthday dinner, lincoln stated this:
"man mel, if i was single, i don't think there's any girl that would put up with me!"

i answered, "i was thinking the same thing."

"really? that if you were single, what guy could put up with you?"

"no, what girl would put up with you!"

this conversation took place after lincoln had spent the past several minutes saying the word "wasabi" with different accents and exaggerated hand gestures.

as we went deeper into this line of thought, we determined that lincoln's humor (or "hansen humor") can be an acquired taste. one that gets better with age.

sure, he is a funny guy and knows how to make me laugh. but there are certain aspects of the humor i have learned to appreciate or just tune out.

he always says that the reason he decided to marry me was that i passed the ultimate test: a road trip with his two younger brothers. to the happiest place on earth. where they insisted on singing the pirates of the carribean song, incorrectly mind you, while suffocating me in what i affectionately call the "green mist."