A couple weeks ago, Smitty and I went to dinner. I don’t remember how it came up
(oh wait, I do – you don’t want to know), but somehow we ended up talking about pickles.
Smitty: I’ve been eating a lot of pickles. (Or however it came up.)
Me: You know, I really like pickles. But I never eat them at home.
Smitty: [blank stare]
Me: Because you have to buy them in a jar, and then they’re in water.
Smitty: [raised eyebrow]
Me: So then I pull one out and it’s all wet and I have to dry it off in a paper towel.
Smitty: You do hear yourself, right?
Oh my word, you guys. We laughed so hard! I laughed so hard I couldn’t breathe for a minute. And, like I always say, you know it’s a good time if I need my inhaler.
When I thought I’d lost two years of scrapbook pages the other week, I still wanted to scrapbook but couldn’t handle wading through baby pictures that I knew I’d already cropped and glued onto pretty pages. Instead, I grabbed a pile of high school photos and spent the day organizing them into a shiny new photo album.
Out of all the pictures, my favorites were a set of four from a senior year slumber party. Only one of the four shows all of our faces; the other three caught my closest friends and me acting like silly girls, laughing (probably giggling, if you must know) and throwing wrapping paper at each other – and having the time of our lives.
Is anything better than laughing until you cry with friends who know exactly how to crack you up, who laugh with you more than at you, who don’t think less of you when you snort?
Smitty and I had another conversation recently that made me wheeze with laughter. You’d think talking about our biggest fears would be a serious discussion. You’d be wrong. After we both laughed at my ridiculous (BUT VERY REAL) fear of trains, I asked her about her biggest fear.
Smitty: It depends. You know, if I’m flying, my biggest fear is that I’ll lose my luggage.
Mary: What? THAT is your biggest fear when you’re flying?
I mean, really.
Yesterday I flew to Dallas for Blissdom and couldn’t help thinking of that conversation – and giggle. (Not outright snickering and chuckling, though, like my last flight when I read Tina Fey’s book. Nothing like LITERALLY laughing out loud on a plane.)
ANYWAY, I’m at Blissdom this weekend, assuming the not-scary-at-all tin can I got into flew through the sky and managed to safely land in Dallas without, you know, losing my luggage.
Do you have friends who make you laugh so hard you cry? When was the last time you had a good laugh?