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Rated: 18+ · Book · Personal · #2017254
My random thoughts and reactions to my everyday life. The voices like a forum.
#888381 added July 24, 2016 at 8:34pm
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I laugh so hard...
Prompt : The Sunday News! Comedian and sitcom star Jim Gaffigan recently did a stand-up show in Buffalo , N.Y. and apparently was so funny it drove a pregnant woman Into labour three weeks early. There really isn't any way of knowing for sure if one led to the other, but you can tell us this.....'one time zip laughed so hard...' ( and then what happened?).
         Oh yes, I laugh hard and frequently! Hmmm, there are so many anecdotes, and so few words, and limited time to repeat them all. This one time...... I laugh at this phrase whenever I hear it prefacing a silly story because it reminds me of the comedy movie, 'American Pie', and it's infamous line, "this one time at band camp."
         I appreciate the texting shorthand 'ROFL ', rolling on floor laughing. Besides being fun to pronounce as if it was a legitimate word, this sums up the experience of unabashed giggling, guffawing , tittering, tee-heeing, hooting, and howling. The body cannot always be controlled during laughing .
         So, this one time I laughed so hard I tripped myself which caused me to laugh all the more. Picture moi attempting to exit a house trailer door, usually a straightforward manoeuver, not a death-defying stunt. I have learned that chewing gum while walking is less dangerous than chortling while walking. I had the usual tears streaming down my face, but not enough to impede my vision. Yes, I struggled to breathe, and I gasped. Anyway, stepping through the doorway, I inadvertently stepped/trod on the back of the fore-foot's thong sandal. This tricky misstep launched/jet-propelled/catapulted me out the door. My jarring landing left my feet scrambling to maintain my precarious balance. I think it was a version of the two-step on speed, (the enhancement drug). Witnesses thought I'd been shot out of a cannon.
          My eldest daughter is a snorter/sprayer if she is drinking and provoked to laugh. Yep, the liquid is expelled in a geyser of a gush from her nose. We made a point of warning boyfriends about this, and cautioning them not to sit across from her. While dining at restaurants, we have protected ourselves with menu barriers.
          Parents, particularly mothers, know what an effort it takes to herd kids out of the house, and into a vehicle. It is an exercise in patience tinged with regret. Seat belts must be secured, items stowed, the itinerary explained over and over. During this pre-trip prep., I have the car's engine running; I am an optimist . During one such departure, I started to reverse out of the driveway, and I heard some snickering and a muted yelp from the backseat. Sighing, I nudged the sedan into park, and strained to turn around. My immediate response was to join the snickering . My youngest had her head wedged in the window. Granted, I should have snuck a quick peek to see if the coast was clear before I hit the electric switch to raise the windows. I briefly entertained the idea of driving with my baby's head stuck at that odd angle, but, hey, she wasn't laughing, she was glaring . It isn't easy, or advisable to drive while crying with laughter.
         As for the pregnant woman laughing enough to induce labour, I wish that had been one of the non-medical bits of advice I'd been given years ago!
         I have laughed so hard at a funeral that I whacked my head on a door knob, and I fell off a chair. My then two-year old great-nephew surprised me in a room that I believed to be empty. He startled me by jumping up from behind a sofa. At such a somber occasion it felt so life-affirming to laugh!

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