Laughter is the cure
Nov. 29th, 2006 10:02 amGetting laughed at for being on the edge of my seat during "Heros" on Monday. But the bad guy had scary eyebrows! I was scared of him.
Hearing a coworker explain that drunken floozies were better than drunken whores: they cost less.
Suddenly losing an embroidery needle on BART this morning and sereptitiosly looking for it without alarming other passengers. (the self-pat down found it where I'd left it in my sleeve)
My daughter insisting she could wear shorts to school today and trying to negotiate that she'd wear long socks so she'd be warm. (It's frosty out) She totally cracks me up.
Showing my son how to blow steam in the cold air. We pretended we were dragons and "flew" to the car blowing "fog".
Watching my son get on the bus with his buddies ... what a ham!
Finding out my co-workers had been reading the b-day cards I have posted in my cube. They tell me they like the one w/ the old ladies on the cover, which says "Is it butt naked or buck naked?"
Chatting with the shuttle driver, who is a really cute old man that used to produce jazz records. He gave me a copy of one of his recent ones. He makes me smile everytime I see him.
My hubby makes me laugh all the time. And when I'm mad, he's the only person who can diffuse me in mere minutes. He's my brakes and he's got the pass-code to my temper. It's the most amazing thing - to go from volcanic anger to standing there, laughing, stomping my foot and saying "Stop that. I'm mad. Really! Seriously! I'm mad, so stop it!" while laughing uncontrollably. I'm so lucky. !!!
Hearing a coworker explain that drunken floozies were better than drunken whores: they cost less.
Suddenly losing an embroidery needle on BART this morning and sereptitiosly looking for it without alarming other passengers. (the self-pat down found it where I'd left it in my sleeve)
My daughter insisting she could wear shorts to school today and trying to negotiate that she'd wear long socks so she'd be warm. (It's frosty out) She totally cracks me up.
Showing my son how to blow steam in the cold air. We pretended we were dragons and "flew" to the car blowing "fog".
Watching my son get on the bus with his buddies ... what a ham!
Finding out my co-workers had been reading the b-day cards I have posted in my cube. They tell me they like the one w/ the old ladies on the cover, which says "Is it butt naked or buck naked?"
Chatting with the shuttle driver, who is a really cute old man that used to produce jazz records. He gave me a copy of one of his recent ones. He makes me smile everytime I see him.
My hubby makes me laugh all the time. And when I'm mad, he's the only person who can diffuse me in mere minutes. He's my brakes and he's got the pass-code to my temper. It's the most amazing thing - to go from volcanic anger to standing there, laughing, stomping my foot and saying "Stop that. I'm mad. Really! Seriously! I'm mad, so stop it!" while laughing uncontrollably. I'm so lucky. !!!