My best friend growing up and I have hundreds of these stories. Once I fell in front of the school bus (it wasn't moving) and she ran up the stairs of the bus to her seat giggling all the way (she might refute this, but I'm sure it happened).
In all fairness, I did roll on the grass laughing once when she fell (or possibly was pushed) into a shrub tree in front of her house. She couldn't get out. One of us might have had an accident - I won't say who (but the shrub never recovered).
Last year, my husband ("The Athlete") was showing our kids how to best use the monkey bars at a park by our house. I was almost due with our fourth child. There was one other family at the park, a dad and his two kids.
"It's easy," said The Athlete.He went on to demonstrate the best way to swing from one bar to the next and slipped between bars landing flat on his back in the playground chips. There was a loud, very loud thump.
"Nothing to be afraid of," he said.
The other dad popped up instantly and asked him if he was OK and then turned around to see me laying, nine months pregnant on the ground myself, unable to talk I was laughing so hard. He looked at me like there was something very, very wrong with me.
Then this sweet, bystander dad said to my husband:
"It is harder than it looks. I've done it before too. Well, I never fell or anything..."THAT sent me into more hysterics. The laughing went on for much longer than it should have - in fact I giggle even now thinking about it.
Last weekend, we were visiting my husband's family out of town and after a long, lovely day of playing at the beach with our kids and a bunch of cousins, we were all pretty tired out.
My husband told me that he was completely spent. About 30 seconds later he ran his head into the bathroom wall giving himself a solid whack and a bit of a lump.
When I saw he wasn't bleeding, I ran to the kitchen and got some ice. As I made my way, I realized I wasn't laughing (I must have been super tired myself) and upon this realization, I was immensely proud of myself.
But of course, then I got the giggles. Badly. Very Badly. My mother in law - I know she loves me - but she certainly bristled at the thought of anyone, much less his WIFE, laugh at her baby. I can't let her read this yet, because I'm sure it is still too soon.
What is wrong with me? Certainly it is genetic because my mother and some of my sister's have the gene. When my dad (The Brick") had a hernia repair years ago, my mother called me, whispering into the phone:
"Your father is laying on the sofa with ice on his groin, moaning."Quiet snickering.
"Men are such wimps."Slightly louder snickering.
"Thank God they don't have babies."Full blown, belly laughing.
And the giggling started and didn't stop until she (and shamefully me) were weeping. I know this isn't right, but it is impossible to fight.
The worst part of this whole thing is that my husband is delightful, he'd never laugh if I got hurt. Sometimes he tries to be lighthearted about it, but he's so sincere and earnest that it never works.
Ahh, what can I say? I guess I just married up.
I am TOTALLY cracking up as I read this. :)
ReplyDeleteI laugh like this and at way inappropriate times, mostly when I'm very nervous or am on the verge of tears. At a high school play of Little Women I burst out laughing when Beth died. And to prove it is genetic, when my sister and I were 20 my mom got a phone call that my grandma died. She filled us in while my aunt was telling her the details on the phone. My sister and I both looked at each other and burst into huge belly laughs. It was absolutely horrible!
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