Laughter: The Best Marital Medicine

"Hello, My name is ...AWESOME" or so said his name tag.  Assuredly, Mr. Awesome and his equally mature colleagues guaranteed the titled promise that we would- in fact- "Laugh Our Way to a Better Marriage."  Nothing was sacred and left unscathed by sophomoric sexual innuendo at this military-issued marriage conference we attended last weekend.  There was more cleavage in the Waikiki Marriott's conference room than on the Jerry Springer set and arguably more "baby mama drama" as well.   

Conversely, we appeared like "Leave It Beaver" apparitions- my cardigan like a WASP bulls-eye. If I had cleavage, I might have "born it" just to better assimilate in this cultural climate where the "spousal role play" exercise was greeted with lewd jeering and not a little misplaced enthusiasm.

And what of our children while we were blushing at the comical commentary of our conference-mates? Well, they were afforded gratuitous babysitting in a windowless (torture) chamber-a bastion of baby bacteria- tenderly neglected by the dubious Kama'aiana Kids caretakers. Never entrust your children to these "educational professionals" unless you hate your kids.

Ironically, it was our anniversary weekend as well. And as Jason reminded me, we have a 90% success rate of remaining married now that we have made it to seven years. (Phew.) I told him we would stay hitched because I am married to the real "Mr. Awesome." And laugh we did.