Idiom Lost

You know I'm a monkey, right? A real monkey. Long arms. Hair everywhere. Just because I've become remarkably skilled at mimicking you humans, doesn't detract from my monkeyness.

Because monkeys ARE the comic relief of nature, I've always - secretly - prided myself in being silly or amusing or even humorously shocking. I know - conceit is never attractive. I'm just establishing the context.

This is important because I've always believed one of the important aspects of my relationship with the Phenom is my ability to come up with jaw dropping nonsense. Being a senior member of a minor theater troupe has stresses you wouldn't believe. I've always thought it was my "job" to lighten the mood a bit. It's what made us, well, US.

Tonight, the Phenom informed me that NOTHING I say or do anymore brings jaw dropping shock or admiring awe. Apparently, the Phenom believes that I've worked through all my "material."

It was my turn to drop my jaw. My thirty minute, giggling, phone call to describe exactly how "ze american tourieests, zey make my ahss tweetch" wasn't comedy? Or the time I called to say "you look very very pretty tonight" didn't at least bring a bit of smile due to the lovely irony of the call/statement?

I don't know if I should just accept that the honeymoon is over - after 18 years. Or should I go off, in search of new inspiration for even more outrageous silliness? Or, should I chalk it up to the end of a run and fatigue? I don't want to have to stoop to physical comedy.