I don’t think I’ve had a good belly laugh since he left.  It’s been more than a week and I’m a laughing girl but no one makes me laugh like my retired groom. From the moment I wake til my eye lids droop his antics and words just crack me up.  Whether he’s cooking a dish he’s never cook before or doing his daily stretches, he constantly narrates every move or ingredient added  until he groans with pain or surprise. I’m always asking if he needs a bandaid or an ambulance.  I feel like I’m living in a cartoon as he reminds me of Fred Flinstone or Baby Huey.