Laugh

Through the past 17 years my husband and I have made each other laugh constantly. This is probably why it is 17 years and not 17 months. It was 19 years ago when he first made me giggle while sitting on his ice chest at the Sigma Alpha Epsilon house. No matter I was there on a date with another guy, which is just a mere detail. Next was two years of flirting every time we saw each other. He told me years later once he spotted me in Wal Mart and ran his cart all over the store trying to “accidentally” run into me on an aisle. I never knew he was there. Go figure. He also made me laugh so hard the night we actually saw each other in My Pleasure. It was a Thursday night and he was inviting me to something that weekend. I told him no since I was going home for the weekend for a special ceremony at my church back in Starkville, Mississippi. He asked me what church I attended and I told him I was Presbyterian. He said, “ Ewww Weee! And you are in a bar and wearing pants! I like your style!” I laughed out loud.
He was dead serious.
Two short months into our relationship came Christmas break which meant he went to Texarkana and I was back in Starkville. I awaited his call every night since my mother would not allow my sisters and me to call boys. (Now when he calls me every day at work and asks what I’m doing I say Working! Like I have nothing else to do all day but sit around and dream about him. My, how things change. ) There was a break in our phone calls since I was going on a business trip with my parents to San Antonio. The five day trip was wonderful until the flight home when I started feeling bad. By the time we landed I was in such a cold sweat I looked like I was carrying cocaine filled balloons somewhere in my body. Turns out the chicken I consumed the day before on the Riverwalk was undercooked. The family doctor also determined that I caught an additional stomach virus upon my return home, which resulted in four days from hell.
Chad, while still wearing his new relationship rose colored glasses, called on the last night of my trip to the underworld. Since I was a sweating gelatinous mass on my mother’s bathroom floor, Chad spoke only to my mother. The conversation went like this:
“Well she’s had horrible vomiting and hellacious diarrhea for 4 days. I mean horrible. She threw up all over her clothes so she’s been naked in the bed or on the floor of the bathroom. She even threw up on me! She actually passed out on the kitchen floor trying to get some Sprite one night and one of her sisters found her on the floor. Chad, I have to let you go. Her father just got back from the pharmacy with her suppository. I’m sure she should feel better by tomorrow. Why don’t you call back then.”
Chad said he laughed until he cried. THANKS MOM!

Thank you for reading, and I hope you feel a little better about yourself.