Appley and Crambler
Those of you who know me in person know that I love to laugh. A lot. It takes very, very little to make me laugh out loud, to the extent that wearing a shirt reading, “LOL” would be redundant because, dude, just listen.
In addition to bad puns, people falling down, and Nathan Lane, there are some more specialized things that make me laugh. Certain words, for example, just crack me right up. It’s involuntary. As you can imagine, Wes knows all these words, and discovers more each year. One of his favorite things is making me laugh, so he’ll deploy them casually in conversation and then watch me lose it.
I imagine this is what Appley and Crambler would look like. Appley would be the smaller of the two, Crambler would be blockish and a little grumpy.
The other day I was washing dishes and we were talking about something super sexy like yard work, and Wes totally nonchalantly just leans against the counter and mentions that maybe we should bring Appley Smathers in to help us. I almost fell down laughing.
Appley Smathers is the name of the pygmy goat we’re going to get someday. We made this plan early on in our marriage, back when we had tons of prolific grass to mow every weekend. We decided we’d get a pygmy goat instead of a lawn service, and then decided to name it Appley Smathers because those two words are, for some unknowable reason, freaking hilarious to me.
The reason I’m telling you about my weirdo plan to get a pygmy goat someday is, today we came across another name that would make an EXCELLENT companion name to Appley Smathers. And that name is…
Crambler Chadhouse.
I kid you not, I’m typing this in a Starbucks and shaking with silent laughter just typing this. What is wrong with me?
So if you ever come over to our eventual house at some point in the distant future and see two pygmy goats gamboling about the property, be prepared for quite a lot of uncontrollable giggling when you ask me what the goats’ names are. Because I’ll tell you, as soon as I’m done laughing so hard I cry.
