Tuesday, July 11, 2006
Out of Control
There are only 3 times I can remember really laughing so out of control that it wasn't funny anymore and it happened to me last week. I was on Trek with the youth and we had a square dance. I was dancing with a 14 year old kid in my ward and we were terrible. I think I was really tired from walking all day and I was so stinky and dirty - that must have been why my emotions were all out of wak. Anyway, at one point in the square dance Josh (my partner) and the other GUY were accidentely holding hands. The confused looks on there faces and the fact that they didn't let go of each other's hands for a minute struck me very funny. Later, when I was trying to tell the other kids about this I had a laughing attack. I couldn't tell them and by the time I was able to (after almost crying and peeing a little) they were too scared of me to think it was funny. The only other times this has happened is at Great Grandma's funeral (thanks to mom and mandi) and Jed's big ugly sweater. I really thought I would grow out of this embarrassing emotion, but apparantly not.
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I'm afraid you got the out-of-control gene from me. What is really funny is the teenagers being too scared - at least you only pee a little. What happened with the big ugly sweater?
That's so funny - I would have laughed and peed right along with you. I've done it way more than 3 times! And it's usually somewhere very inappropriate. Grandma's funeral was the worst!
Remember when you went with me to get the twins' blessing pictures at Fotogenix? They pictures were so bad - both of them were crying, and the angle was right up their nostrils. I totally lost it. I COULD NOT stop laughing and the salesgirl thought I was nuts.
There was another time at church when we were sitting next to Paul's best friend Joel in Sunday School. Joel always had the GROSSEST breath, and after he said something to Paul, Paul exhaled really hard and turned his head away. He tried to do it slowly so Joel wouldn't notice, but I knew exactly what he was doing and he looked at me with a super pained expression. It made me laugh SO HARD that I finally had to leave the room because everyone was looking at me. Joel kept asking why I was laughing and Paul had to make up a story. It was really bad.
I want to hear the sweater story, too.
Yeah, that funeral was BAD. I just remember being horrified by it all.
Mandi, that is hilarious about the bad breath!
I can see why the boys holding hands for too long would create so much laughter. Ha ha.
Jed was freezing one night and I was hot so I told him to just put on a sweater or something. So, he went in his room and came back a minute later with the UGLIEST sweater on I've ever seen. It was huge with a big knitted collar and he just sat down on the edge of the couch with a really pathetic look on his face. You really had to see it - but I lost it completely and whenever I think about it - I can't stop laughing.
Jaime, I am laughing so hard picturing those too boys holding hands then not knowing what to do so they keep holding hands. I would laugh so hard they would hate me and probably become innactive.
Why do funerals (generally for the super elderly) prompt uncontrolled laughter? I remember my when my Great Grandma Johnson died, my Aunt got the giggles and was nearly hysterical with laughter by the time she got out of there. too funny.
PS, I pee everytime I laugh, cough, sneeze etc. adult diapers here I come.
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