This man makes me laugh, daily! 

After several hours of my perpetual whining. . . 

Me: “I’m feeling a bit queasy, like I could pass out.”

IZ: “Oh, that’s not good. Well, if you do pass out, let me know so I can take you to the hospital.”

Me: “If I pass out how am I supposed to tell you? I’ll be passed out?”

IZ: “Yeah, good point. Just make a loud thud when you fall, kay?”

Me: “Maybe I’ll just wear a bell around my neck!”

At this point he broke into hysterical laughter.

Laugh all you want Danish Boy, but I pray EVERY night that the good Lord will make you bald.