Makes me laugh

On Friday night I was exhausted. Husband had woken up at 3a that day unable to breath for how stuffy his nose was. His tossing and turning and trumpeting into tissues woke me up. I tried to be kind for his misery so I went to the couch. I still could not sleep. By 4a after the Vicks didn't work, he was just on the computer and I really couldn't sleep so I went to WalMart to buy stronger medicine. By 5a, still unable to really fall back asleep, I just got up for the day, gave him soup for breakfast and took a really hot bath. By Friday night I was slightly wacko from sleep deprivation and I was laughing at nearly everything.

Don't you just love a good belly laugh? We used to laugh so hard in the dorms and with roommates that someone would always end up peeing (me) or shrieking from laughter (me, and others) and it just felt so good. Sometimes Husband's hilarity hits me in just the right way that sends me into quite literal hysterics.

I had a stomach ache that night so I wanted some ginger tea, I forgot that I didn't have any ginger root so I used dry ginger. The tea was gross. I drank as much as I could and it did not help my stomach. It just gave me bad breath. Husband and I were trying to snuggle and he was struggling to withstand my ginger breath, and he made a few cracks that made me double up with tears and shake with deep belly laughs. They probably aren't as funny now, but they tickled me in just the right way that night.

Me: "What do I have bad breath? It's just ginger!"
Husband: "There is a reason Binaca didn't make a ginger breath flavor. New from Ice Breakers! Hot Ginger Mouth! For the days you want to smell ethnic!"

I kept repeating these lines to myself and cracking up, tears rolling down my cheeks. Husband says when I laugh super hard it sounds like I'm sobbing, and I guess I kind of am since there are tears. It's just funny sobs, or something.

Husband, sometimes you are really funny. Sometimes.