How Practical Jokes Keep Us From Sticking Each Other In A Human Catapult Machine

It may be a little late for practical jokes, Arnie.
 When my husband, Chris (who I previously thought was having an affair with Aretha Franklin), and I get upset with each other, the main way we get past our issue is to make a joke about it a little later.  If we don't joke about our disagreement, it is likely one of us would drag down the human catapult machine from the attic and stick the other in it.  He is the one usually playing jokes on me, such as spraying me with the shower head as he takes a shower and I put on my make-up at the mirror, jabbing me with his pointed finger as I turn into it from looking out the window to face forward in the car or COVERING ME with hangers, Star Wars figurines, golf balls, my shoe, a belt, a make-up brush and socks while I lay asleep in bed.  It is REALLY hard to maintain my angry, ticked-off composure when he's pulling stunts like these.  I try my best, but usually fold.

The other day we were both being cranky with each other on the phone.  Mostly he was being cranky with me because my phone kept dropping during a conversation we were having while he was at work. Since I couldn't lambast him with phone calls to sort it all out before he got home, I had to wait until I picked him at the Park & Ride later that evening to continue our conversation.  We currently share a car.  If you read my post from Monday, you know that we recently got rid of a our car that had over 250,000 miles on it.  We now share an SUV that we bought new in 2008.  I drop him off at the commuter bus stop in the morning that takes him to downtown Houston and then pick him up at night.  I decided to pose as an airport chauffeur when I picked him that night with this sign:

It made him laugh.  I can make him smile a lot and laugh out loud some, but this really got him going.  The funniest part to me is that I drove for about a mile with it in my window and he saw it as I approached the area where he was standing. 

Since I am eating a low-calorie, low-fat diet right now (summer is coming!), he does not always like the things that I make for dinner at night now.  He opted to have Arby's for dinner instead, so you can only imagine how happy I was when we pulled up to Arby's and saw this:

That really put ME in a good mood, I know that.  He was in a good mood after eating that roast beef sandwich, so I guess Arby's wasn't lying.  As soon as he saw it, he said, "Are you going to put that on your blog?"  Well, yes.  Yes, I am.

Have any other practical jokes to share? 
I need more!  Shhhh....