My Wife Is Awesome

A coworker of my wife recently approached her at the office.

"So, Suzi, I have a question: Can Mike really EAT sugar and sweets, and those types of thing?"

Her response: "Of course, why wouldn't he be able to?"

"Well, he's diabetic..."

Suzi: "Ah. Well, he can eat whatever he wants. He just has to dose insulin for it. But yes, he can eat whatever he wants..."

My quick-witted wife added, "Unless it's laced with poison."

Hearing this story at home, I beamed proudly. What. An. Awesome. Type 3.

: )

Comments

Cara said…
You're right. Your wife is awesome. :)
March 3, 2011 at 8:21 AM
Jen said…
That is awesome indeed! You are a lucky guy!
March 3, 2011 at 10:11 AM
Donna said…
HAHA. Great response! I have a feeling your wife and I would get along rather well. ;o)
March 3, 2011 at 11:03 AM
Alexis Nicole said…
She rocks! And clearly as the same sense of humor as you lol. Love it!
March 3, 2011 at 2:22 PM
Unknown said…
Love your wife! Love Joanne's video. Makes me laugh every time I see it.
March 3, 2011 at 7:10 PM
Lorraine of "This is Caleb..." said…
Yay Suzi! That's my favorite quote of Joanne's without a doubt.
March 21, 2011 at 8:45 PM
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