Threads of Mirth by Susan L.

In a word, it's absurd, Laughing moments, helpless facial orifices running in a flood soaking fingers no longer able to hold What's left of a Royale three ply tissue. It happens but nothing particular comes to mind. Hysteric grab rib, tummy torture roaring, Run-to-the-bathroom-quick-fear-filled-I-won't-make-it! I did! Hilarious play with words, the puns that stun the logical and the stern. It happens, alright, but nothing exactly comes to mind. Man o man! You-should-have-been-there scenarios when nose blown Cheerios and milk christened the kitchen table, Silly nonsensical, giddy whimsical childish delight. Remember when? But nothing precisely comes to mind. Ah...the irreverant giggles. Worst possible moment explosions: body jiggles, everything wiggles in a silence that rocks the pew and the one or two on either side whose down the nose looking only makes it worse! That's happened more than once I'm afraid, but nothing specific comes to mind. The startled burst has to be the worst! Under table crawling more desirous than to be the only one whose amputated "Ha!" echoes round the room...the room...the room. Face flushing betrayal gives away the fact that it was you, uncontrolled. That's happened more than once, if I recall. Circumstance of mis-chance, convoluted happenstance, the jaw-dropped question, "What just happened?!" followed by an incredulous snort making its report, the starter's pistol for breath stealing gales just waiting to run. There was this time...I remember it well. I confess only I was laughing about boot sucking mud and stocking feet and a rather crazy cow. It's a long story from long ago but one that still makes me smile. Thank You Lord for the good times. "Is any one among you suffering? Let him pray. Is anyone cheerful? Let him sing psalms." Jas 5:13