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Friday, December 7, 2007

Are We Getting Old?

I can remember my parents sitting in the den after dinner at night, laughing so hard they were almost crying. Not every night, mind you, but on certain nights. I remember asking what was so funny, and they were laughing so hard they couldn't respond to me. I just thought they were old, and maybe didn't know what they were laughing at. Fast forward to a few nights ago, Daryl and I were in the family room after dinner, and there was a hysterical commercial on TV. I cracked up...I was almost in tears. Daryl was laughing very hard, too. Vicki came into the family room and asked what was so funny. I couldn't speak. Daryl, however, pointed to the dog and mumbled something. At this point, I realized that we were not even laughing at the same thing, and I started laughing even harder. You know, the kind of laugh where you can't even breathe? Yeah, I looked and sounded like an idiot. Daryl started laughing harder, too, but he still thought we were both laughing at the dog, which made me laugh even harder! I guess when my laughter kicked into high gear, he thought that maybe I wasn't laughing at the dog. He finally pulled himself together enough to ask, "What are you laughing at?" I still couldn't speak, so I pointed to the TV. This is when he realized that he was the only one laughing at the dog. Now he's laughing as hard as I am. If Vicki was a little older, she would have called the funny bus for us...we really did look and sound like we were ready for the straight-jackets and rubber-padded rooms. When I'm finally able to breathe, I tell Daryl that I was laughing at the TV commercial. He tells me that he was laughing at the dog. We both start laughing again, but nothing like before. Side note: I don't remember what TV commercial it was that made me laugh so hard. I wish I could! That was when it occurred to me that Vicki must have thought we were old, and maybe we didn't know what we were laughing at. Well, I guess she was right - we each didn't know what the other was laughing at. Does that mean we're old? Don't answer that!

5 comments:

Veronnica said...

No comment!! LOL! I'm right there with you sista!!

Big Daddy said...

I LOOK AT THE WORLD THAT I HAVE STUDIED, HISTORY NATURE,PHILOSOPY,SCIENCE....ETC.
I STILL FEEL LIKE A 9 YEAR OLD CHILD FILLED WITH WONDER AND AWE.
BUT THEN MY BODY ACHES AND TRYS TO REMIND ME OF THE YEARS AND HARDLIVING. ONLY THEN DO I EVER FEEL OLD. BIT THEN ANN WILL MAKE ME YOUNG WITH HER LOVE.

Queen B said...

that sounds like a good time to me!

LadyLips said...

You left a big clue here regarding "being old". It is not the uncontrolable laughter that indicates old age.....it is the fact you cannot remember what made you laugh in the first place...kinda like arriving at a place and not remembering why you went there in the first place, or leaving a comment on your blog and forgetting what you wanted to say. Why am I here?

Ann said...

LadyLips: Nice catch! I can't believe nobody else caught that!