There are a few, but not many, books that I have read over and over. H does not understand how I can keep re-reading the same book. Most of the time I remember what is going to happen next, but this knowledge doesn't stop me from enjoying the story.
In the same way, I have favorite stories that I tell over and over. There is the story of the bread in my bike wheel. My boss and the $1000 pillow. My sister thinking she was going to fall off a mountain. My sister dating the Jones Soda guy.
I also have favorite stories from my friends' repertoires that I love when they repeat now and then. I think my favorite of all stories is Andy's Story of Dating Disaster. I love, love, LOVE when he tells this story, and I even asked him to tell it at my rehearsal dinner, which he did. H's relatives still talk about it because it is one of the best stories ever. Maybe someday I will have Andy guest blog for me or I will get his permission to share it here.
I think I have added a new favorite story to my list. When I tried to tell H about it last night, I laughed so hard that I snorted several times AND cried. True signs of a good story. That story is here.