I watched How I Met Your Mother last night with my roommate. She’d never seen it before and I watch religiously.

All was going well for the first 15 minutes. I laughed, roommate laughed.

And then “Pancake and bacon strip” happened.

As soon as Marshall exclaimed that was all Lily made for Sunday breakfast, I burst out laughing hysterically. This was not just a good solid “HA!” This was kind of a scary giggle that involved spastic movement and ended with a trailing “Haha haaaa…”

My roommate did not laugh. Not one peep.

I’m pretty sure she thinks I’m crazy now, but it’s entirely possible that she’s just not as awesome as me.

[For the record, I really like word humor. Current favorite word is naps because the only thing better than nap is plural nap, naps! Pancakes and bacon strips are a good breakfast, but pancake and bacon strip are bleak and sad and pathetic.]

I am clearly more awesome.