Wherein the author tells of the time when her husband's phone made the train whistle noise at 4 a.m. indicating he'd received a spam text, causing the author to become wide awake and only able to think nonstop of puns.
"Ricky, I can't fall back asleep!" I stage whispered. "For some reason I just keep thinking of puns. Why is this happening?"
Ricky then snore-mumbled something about my having a "fertile mind" as he buried his head under his pillow.
Since we've been having so much rain, my puns started out all water related:
No pain, no rain
Rain Street U.S.A.
A mother-water day
Rain of Terror
The Valley of the Damp
Soggy Dog Mysteries (starring Soggy Doo)
But then I started thinking of puns about puns:
And she'll have pun, pun, pun
Forever Pun
All I wanna do is have some pun
My Pun and Only
All of this was dancing through my head at 4 a.m. continuing into 4:30, and so I decided that if I got up and wrote some of it down, maybe it would stop. I grabbed the nearest piece of paper on my night table, which was yesterday's crossword puzzle, and started scribbling puns in any available space on the page.
It didn't really help, though. And now, here I was facing another dreary, soggy day along with being sleep deprived on top of it all. But what does it matter really? For tomorrow may rain, but I'll follow the pun.
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