That's What Branson Said

My husband is naturally a pretty quiet human being, unless you get him laughing...then you might almost get yourself kicked out of Marie Calendars, but that's a story for another blog post. 

Recently he must have been hit on the head. With a frying pan. Out of nowhere my husband decided he was going to turn off his filter, and by filter I mean he is going to actually make jokes...jokes that actually make me laugh. We're not in Kansas anymore, Todo. Now, don't get me wrong: Branson can be very amusing when he chooses to be. Yet recently, like I mentioned, he has no filter. It's been an interesting development, and I often find myself stopping whatever I'm doing to pick my jaw up off the floor. I'm kinda digging this. 

In my phone I have my Mom named Birthgiver, because I have a weird sense of humor. 

Branson: Since she's Birthgiver in your phone, she should list you as Life Taker.
Janette: ...


I talked him into trying a bite of my salad one night,
Branson: Janette, I do NOT eat rabbit food.

I asked him to tell me something funny to lift my spirits,

Branson: If you go look in a mirror you can see something funny. 

After we got on the subject of who let one rip,

Janette: Dainty ladies don't fart.

Branson: Guess I have to cross dainty off your list of attributes.

While watching the flamboyant music conductor dance from the beginning of Moulin Rougue,
Branson: Honey that's me!

We were talking about how Branson's wedding ring is always falling off his skinny fingers. I joked that he should gain a few pounds, and he replied with this little gem,
Branson: Well, if I get fat then I can't wear my finger.
My husband is obviously special, because I don't know any other person who has to wear their finger. I mean...wow. How'd I get so lucky?


*Today I'm grateful for...Branson's brutal honesty that has followed in every conversation we have ever had during the time we've been together.