I have been in need of a good laugh. I can always depend on my funny honey.
We were in bed and my son's fat, lazy, cat who we're fostering, settled down on top the sheet, between our feet. I heard hubby's respirations grow shallow, or I should say his pre-snore breathing, an indicator that I can turn the TV volume down from 40 to 15. I reached over with my toe and tickled his ankle. I figured he'd move slightly, or startle thinking it was the cat. He didn't. I repeated my action (aggravation) a few more times. Concerned that his leg had grown numb, I nudged him and said louder than the TV, "Did you feel THAT!?"
He sat straight up, half asleep and asked, "How many magnitudes?"
"What? Magnitudes? What are you talking about?"
"I figure it would have to have been a 10 to feel it through this memory foam mattress."
I laughed and snorted until we were both wide awake.
"Did you really NOT feel it? Were you messing with me, or is your neuropathy creeping up your leg?"
"My foot tickling your leg?"
"Of course I felt THAT! I thought it was the cat stretching. What magnitude was the earthquake?"
I turned the TV volume up, laughed some more. He said, "I don't know what you think is so funny."
If you have to explain it...