I laughed harder today than I have in a really long time. I couldn't stop. There were tears running down my face. My mouth was full of delicious El Puente food...and I couldn't swallow it. I started to drool. My nostrils were flaring. (This is why I cover my face when I laugh really really hard. I bet you didn't know that, did you? Ha!)
No particular reason....nothing out of the ordinary. My husband was being a small bit goofy. The kind of goofy I usually roll my eyes at. The kind of goofy that deserves a sympathy chuckle.
I blame the wallpaper...
The wallpaper that has consumed my entire week. The wallpaper that is as temperamental as a pimple faced, PMSing, teenage chick. The wallpaper that prevents me from getting in my daily quota of giggles.
Don't worry. I got the giggles out today. At lunch. In public.
On a positive note: it gave my husband a huge ego boost. He probably thinks he's the funniest thing alive now:)
Actually. That's a lie. He kept asking what my issue was.