If not ill or depressed I laugh… a lot. It’s my nature. But my sister in law, who is also the BFF, does not. Hardly ever, in fact. Well, unless she sees a video of someone falling. The sort of stuff that makes me cringe. Natural gigglers like myself can have a hard time with non-gigglers.

So I set out to make her laugh.

First, I sent this picture and wrote “I picked this flower for you”.

She replied: “NICE WEED”.

Not put off at all, the next day “Badger helping me clean up the patio” (it’s horrid, no? lots of work left to do if anyone wants to raise their hand?):

No reply at all. Now that’s just rude. At least say something about the dog’s overly long nails. (A personal peeve of hers)

She must be off her meds, so I ramp things up.

“I’m now farming hydroponically”

“YOU CRACK ME UP” says she.

Mission accomplished!

Romantic. Much more so than I.

He replaced the carb in the big pressure cleaner and apparently decided a love note was in order.

I love that man.