Last night, after MrBug and I cleaned up from working on the addition and the yard, respectively, we decided to treat ourselves with a Rita's water ice. I was tired and acting slightly silly in the car, on the way, but it was about normal-level silly for me. It wasn't until we were at Rita's and standing in line that I realized just how exhausted I was.
There was a young couple in front of us. The boy is a blur to me - nothing much to hold my attention - but the girl was tall. Tall and thin and sort of stoop-shouldered. The longer I looked at her (I was probably staring in an extremely impolite way) the longer her legs appeared. She was quickly taking on storkish proportions. I looked away.
To my right was a middle-aged woman of medium stocky build. Not heavy but certainly solid with muscular thighs. She was wearing denim shorts with a pair of kitten heeled sandals. What, normally, might have caused me to smile to myself, seemed hyper-comical. I looked away.
On the window of the water ice building was a picture of a little girl, grinning, her mouth reddened from ....well, water ice I suppose. The longer I looked at her, the goofier her grin became.
I turned to MrBug, rested my head against his chest and began trembling. Then, I couldn't hold it in any longer and started giggling. He's just smiling, indulgently, until I begin snorting. Then, he gently asks in his 'nudge-me-into-hysteria' voice, "Do you think maybe you should go sit in the car, Mrs.?" (I call him "Mr." and he calls me "Mrs."). By this time, tears are running down my cheeks and I stumble off to the car, half blind, crawl in and fall back on the seat, laughing my fool head off. I'm laughing so hard I have to remove my glasses and wipe my eyes again and again. I'm laughing, now, because I'm laughing. My hysteria is fueling itself.
My cell phone rings and I see MrBug standing in line but facing the car, his cell phone at his ear. I know it's he and talking to him will only make matters worse but I pick up anyway. "Mrs..?" he asks, not to be sure he's reached me but in this questioning, amused way as if to ask, "Does someone need a nap?". So, I'm in convulsions of laughter and he's murmuring "oh my. . . oh my . . ." the whole time, only making it worse.
I wasn't able to get a hold of myself until well after he came back to the car with his water ice and my gelati. It took an inordinate amount of effort to sit upright and accept my cup and a longer time before I felt it safe to risk a bit of gelati. I was able to have a few bites before we reached our house but only a few and they were punctuated by little after-shock snorts.
Ah, the rare but priceless sillies. :)
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