It's good to laugh.

My husband went for a jog today. Preceding, he pantomimed his jog in the bedroom, intermittently waving at pretend neighbors, while wearing some gray undies and an Elmer Fudd hat.

It tickled me.

A good thing, too, because I think I might have carpal tunnel due to playing too much Angry Birds. I said I wasn't that good of a person. There's further proof.