I've been re-reading a few of my Janet Evanovich novels lately. If anyone reading this has never read any of her Stephanie Plum books, I highly recommend them. Hubby of course thinks I'm nuts while I read them. The room will be quiet with him doing his thing on the computer and my reading, when I will bust out laughing hard enough to squirt milk through my nose, and he just shakes his head and sighs. I'm sure he thinks I'm nuts, but if I could get him to read the books, I suspect he would have a similar reaction. Maybe not though, he is not really one for gut splitting laughter. He gives the occasional chuckle, and if I can get him to have a few drinks he will even partake in a guffaw; not much else though.
The man doesn’t appreciate the therapy in a good long belly laugh.