My husband is my main source of laughter, which is sweet, I know, but what I love the most is that the jokes have not gotten old. In fact, we laugh about the "same old stuff" more and more. I love that his belly button lint and my premarital pink socks continue to be sources of hilarity. And I love that he gets frustrated with the avocado every single time. I love that.
My students--on the other hand--crack me up in other ways. In spelling ways. Here are two examples of laugh-out-louds:
"Unhappy couples get caught in the viscous cycle of divorce."
"Many types of symbolism in Bram Stoker's Dracula are berried in the text."
You see, dear reader, I have a wonderful life. I have a job for which I am paid to laugh, cry, and grit my teeth right alongside the kiddoes (only they don't know why I'm doing it). And that's the best part.