I love my wife. I really do. Putting aside all the wonderful things she is to me and the joys I get from being married to her, we have great times together. Last night was one such time, and she had me rolling on the floor laughing from a comment she made. I was talking about a new USB port that I was adding to the computer. She knows what I meant, but what did she say to me, but this:
What’s USB? I know that we’re USA. Does that mean USB is Mexico?
I’m sorry if I’m biased, but that is so funny on so many levels that I had to share it online. We’re US A; is Mexico US B. Because Mexico is… they’re B… they… well, you get it. Too funny.