And you know what? Too fucking bad.
I like to laugh, and more importantly, make other people laugh. I think it's one of my better features, like if I was a used car or house or something, that would totally be in my sales listing.
"Infectious sense of humor, and glowing smile. Please don't pay too much attention to her staunch opinions or pressing need for baked goods, the laughter is worth it!"
There are few things that make me happier than getting people happy or calmed down through laughter. Shit is like panacea for those important inside things like your brain and your soul and stuff.
Story time!
Just the other day I was having dental molds cast, which really sucks because A) that polymer crap is gross, and B) I have a pretty sensitive gag reflex.
Yes, it's true, take a moment to mourn for my poor husband.
Anyshoe. I took Grace with me for company on the drive, but also just in case things got icky and I was unable to drive home. She's about as uppity as I with dental work, so she was expecting the crabbies from me when I came out. Instead, I came out to her rolling her eyes and sighing, "I heard you back there, and every single staff member giggling like school girls, what did you do?"
Not an exaggeration. The lady making the molding stuff had to stop what she was doing to recover. It was way too easy to crack jokes in a situation like that. I mean come on- mouth guards, drool, and jaw soreness- how could I resist??
What really took the cake was when one mold was extra goopy, and I really did gag. The hygienist grabbed the back of my head, holding the mold in with the other hand, and blurted, "Come on, you can take it!!!"
I instantly had the most perverted mental picture in my head, and started laughing so hard, spit flew everywhere. I don't know if it was my laughter, the spit, or if she had the same thought, but we almost ruined that cast between the two of us losing our shit. It was glorious.
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