Moose-face!!

To get the full effect of my story I'm about to share, first I need to direct you to the Healing Morning blog, Can I Get an Alien? Go on...click the link and enjoy the ride.

Now, here's the expanded version of the comment I made concerning the Alien...

My husband and I had this happen in the first year of our marriage...nearly 25 years ago I might add. Ours is "moose-face." It was said (or thought to have been said) aloud by my hubby in the middle of a terribly intense argument.

I could swear he called me - out of the blue - a moose-face. When I exclaimed, "What d'ya mean, I'm a moose-face!!" he couldn't figure out why I (that's right - I was supposed to be the culprit) suddenly brought up the word moose-face.

"Moose-face?" he retorted, "Why'd you call me a moose-face!"

Quickly and vehemently I replied, "I didn't call you a moose-face! You're the one who called *me* one!!"

He yelled, "When did I ever call YOU a moose-face?!!"

Shocked at his question, I shouted back at him, "Just now!"

In disbelief he cried out, "I was only repeating what YOU said!"

It soon was like the old Abbott and Costello routine Who's on first? - only with mega-volume, in a car parked next to a public park, and late at night.

But, in only a matter of another minute or two, we had completely stopped arguing and had begun to laugh sooo hard we were crying - trying desperately to catch our breaths. To this day, when that word pops up in conversation, we end up ROFLOAO, even as do our friends who've heard us tell the story many times.

We never did figure out what word he actually said that night. It didn't seem to matter. And, we still cannot - for the life of us - recall what we were arguing about in the first place. Does it matter?

It's nice, though, to be reminded of these things, because humor indeed relieves pressure and makes life a lot more worth living :~)