Always looking for a good laugh…

…even if it’s at my expense. I love love love to laugh. No, I didn’t studder. Laughing is my hobby. You get me together with Brent, my family, or Allison (college roommate) and the laughs are inevitable. I truly believe that the best medicine is laughter. After all, Proverbs 17:22 says that a joyful heart is like good medicine. My favorite kind of laughter is laughing so hard that you make no sound, your stomach hurts, and tears streaming down your face. Does life get any better than that? Fortunately, I was able to provide some great laughter at lunch today. Brent and I went to Applebee’s after church with some friends, The Langford’s and the Hardiman’s. The waitress brought all of our drinks out and successfully placed them on the table. She brought a bowl of lemons and wasn’t so successful when she set them on the table. She barely tipped my drink with the lemons and my entire Diet Coke was in my lap in an instant. It was like a car wreck, you see it coming in slow motion and there ain’t nothing you can do about it. The drink was so cold that I was gasping for air and I honestly did not know how to handle the situation with the waitress standing in front of me. Of course we all immediately laughed, but I made sure to let the waitress know that I was okay and told her to not let this ruin her day. She didn’t think it was too funny and I think she tried really hard not to cry. I can’t blame her though, if that had been me, I would have cried and left work. I felt so bad for her. Thankfully, Jessalee had some burp cloths of Miller’s that she let me clean up with and sit on. I didn’t think that at age 23 I would have a need for burp cloths, but maybe I should start bringing my own diaper bag. I was soaked from the waist down to my knees. I felt like I had been on Thunder River at Six Flags and had to walk around the rest of the day with wet clothes on. The manager came by to appologize and offered to pay for dry cleaning, but I declined. She asked me how much of the drink spilled on me. Umm…the whole thing! I mean, there wasn’t really way to stop the Diet Coke from rushing off the table into my lap. I just sat there and let it happen, all the while we were cracking up. And to make things worse for this poor girl, she didn’t get my order right. I will admit that I lied when she asked me if everything was ok. It wasn’t but I didn’t want to make her day even worse. Brent and I did get free drinks. But I honestly expected a free entree or something. I sat there for probably an hour with sticky Diet Coke soaking my clothes and keeping me quite cool and uncomfortable. When we were done, everyone kind of huddled around me so I could get out of the restaurant without embarrassment. I did have a little trouble getting out of the car, I was stuck to the seat. Even my feet were sticky. It was absolutely wonderful to get home and change clothes. Lunch was definitely memorable today.