First of all, I'd like to announce that I am no longer on strike. My kids came to their senses and apologized for their incessant harassment. My daughter even got up early and made breakfast for me this morning. Wasn't that nice? Now my husband - well, he's another story! We'll save that for next time.
Here's the story for today: I think my daughter blew some kind of gasket in her head. She could not stop laughing. "Why?" you ask. Well, I'm not really sure. She said I said something funny. I couldn't even tell you what. I think it had something to do with keeping her spittle to herself.
Anyway, she started laughing uncontrollably. She collapsed on to her bed, her face as red as a tomato, gasping for breath.
I watched her for a few minutes and started getting concerned. "Excuse me," I said. "Do you need to be hospitalized?"
That made her laugh more. Tears rolled down her face. She could barely breath. I figured I should just keep my mouth shut before I made things any worse.
Ten minutes later, she finally had herself under control.
"Are you okay?" I asked.
"Yeah, Mom, but don't ever make me laugh, again. I might die next time!"
Okay. I'll try to remember that.