Your Humor Is Alien To Me

(My new boyfriend and I are texting.)

Me: “I had a very sad dream about our city being invaded by aliens. We were separated and you kept calling to tell me who was being killed.”

Boyfriend: “If we’re invaded by aliens and you can’t find me, just look out your door for the guy piling sandbags.”

Me: “Not sure how the sandbags will help, unless your plan is to trip the aliens to death.”

Boyfriend: “Cover from ray-gun fire, silly.”