Tonight I laughed so hard I cried. I think I may have even spit.

The best part was that I was laughing in a room full of people I have come to trust and admire while trying to tell a story about an incident with D that happened while grocery shopping.

And the best best part was that my husband was laughing just as hard with me, even though he’d already heard the story before.

It’s a good story. One that I could tell with a straight face right now if I had to.

But it felt so good to laugh. And wipe the happy tears from my eyes. And just keep laughing even though the words barely made it past my lips.

It helped that we had just had a good chuckle about those poor folks on that crippled Carnival cruise ship

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