Puntastic!

Okay, I’ll admit it. I’m a sucker for good puns … and even some bad ones. I figure it must be the company I keep. Yes, I have that kind of friends and relatives.

My husband and his cousins can hold an entire conversation that consists of nothing but one pun after another. The first time I met them, one of the cousins warned me, “Don’t groan. It just encourages them.” Instead, she instructed me, just say “Oh.”

Some of my friends are nearly as bad. My animal-loving friends share some pretty doggone cat-astrophic puns. My more nerdy friends like to serve up mathematical pi. On a different note … my musician friends like puns as much as my in-laws do. Even church friends can’t seem to resist puntificating.

Sometimes I may tell one or another of them, “Get thee to a punnery!” But mostly, I’m surrounded. So I figure if you can’t beat ’em, might as well join ’em.

I suspect after seeing the last pair of offerings on this post, even Jesus might say, “Oh.”