IM from hubs, in reference to (a) my recent GI issues and (b) my upcoming trip to Italy: "Hope you're over the shits by then. The TSA might consider your ass an explosive device." Dude SLAYS me.
I've decided that successfully funny authors have funny spouses, and mine is still cracking me up years after our divorce. I need a new one, only this one needs to be like the old one without the parts that necessitated the, you know, divorce. Because he was funny.