Having good friends is like nothing else. These type of friends are the ones that no matter how much time has gone by you can pick right back up where you left off. Or you can tell your secrets to because they love you unconditionally.
Everyone has a friend like that. I know I've been blessed with several. I am lucky enough to have this type of relationship with one of my siblings. She is only a year older than me & we've been through it all. The best of days come when we both sit & laugh, at nothing in particular, until we are snorting. And the harder she laughs the harder I laugh. Until it hurts. Until we're crying. Until we pee our pants. OK, maybe I just pee my pants.
And what's better than that? I have found this same relationship with my husband. We find ourselves laughing uncontrollably at each other, often. Last night, my hubby & I found ourselves doing just this. Oddly enough, when I try to tell someone what we were laughing at, I get a blank stare. A stare that says "I find no humor in that." I can't say I blame them. It never sounds as comical during the retelling as it did in the moment. I guess I just have to chalk it up to some private joke you find yourself in when you really know someone. Really love someone. And really understand their life.
But what was so funny last night? Well, earlier in our evening, we had just discovered our girls have no clue how to eat a fried chicken leg. The hilarity doesn't come from just that. It comes from the expression on their face & the questions they ask while examining this object. Like it's some foreign concept to master. Seriously, who doesn't know how to eat fried chicken?
In the midst of our laughter I exclaim, "I have to blog about it tomorrow!" Because seriously, who doesn't wanna know we have yet to "teach" our kids about fried chicken? Who wouldn't find this as funny as we do? That's good material right there!!
After our laughs, I enjoyed a beer. My hubby enjoyed 3. We shared some popcorn & finished up Stephen King's The Stand. (we're boring, what can I say). Then headed up to bed. I'm always first to make it upstairs. As I laid there, waiting for him to come up & turn off the light, I couldn't remember for the life of me what I said I wanted to blog about. He came in & laid down.
"Do you remember what I said I was gonna blog about?," I asked.
No. He couldn't either. "It was about the girls," he says.
Yeah, I remember that much. And then we both laid there.
Finally he says, "Not knowing how to eat chicken. I had to go into a sorta trance to pull that up."
I started smiling...YES! that was it. And then gave him a high five. (Yes, we high five. We are, after all, a "team". And yes, this was high five worthy!!)
In starts the laughing again. And then it hits me. I am not going remember this in the morning.
"Do you have your cell up here?," I asked. Of course he did. He uses it for an alarm clock.
"Sweet. Text me! Text me about the chicken."
Now we're at that uncontrollable laughter stage. He gets his phone. The light is glaring in both of our faces & it's blinding in the dark. Then he types. "Eating chicken legs" into his phone. Hits send & then whisper screams, "Crap, I just sent that to the wrong person!" Now we're both laughing hard.
"Just kidding!!" was barely audible through his laughter.
Would have been funny if he did though. Could you imagine getting that text at midnight? Just the thought of that made us both laugh even more.
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