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My husband tells me all the time that I'm not funny.  He pats my head in a way that would only be condescending if we weren't married and says, "you're pretty".  And so I am...to him, at least.  But when he isn't around, I have on several occasions, left other people in stitches... 

I have my dad's sense of humor, I suppose.  He loves those "dad jokes" that make you roll your eyes but still chuckle.  Personally, I have always taken immense pleasure in the inside joke.  Even if I'm the only one who's in on it.

So if I can't be funny, I'll settle for pretty.  And if I'm not as pretty, it's probably because I'm rock climbing.  Still wearing powder, covered in chalk.

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  1. Regardless, you've kept me smiling and fill my heart with such happiness. You are brilliant and witty...but I can't acquiesce to appreciate the dad joke or the pun. Maybe it's me that doesn't have a sense of humor....nevermind I'm hilarious ;)

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