Sense of humour

When push comes to shove, I think this is the trait I treasure most. Both with women and with men. Without it, how can you survive? I need to laugh. Often.

And I do. Or at least try. Life is a joke in itself, so why not?

A sweet thing this evening. LB left, parting sentence was: "call me if you have a problem". Nice I thought, the caring type. And then: "or call Houston" :).

For those of you less gifted in the English-speaking department, it was a travesty on "Houston, we have a problem".

I love a sense of humour, not LB, just so that there is no confusion :)