Laughter

How many of you have experienced uncontrollable, tears streaming down the face, falling on the floor laughter with your siblings? How many of you have had this experience at the most inappropriate times? I’m talking in a church pew, hospital waiting room, funeral? 

Same.  


My sisters and I, like many of you, can look at each other and an entire conversation can transpire without any words being spoken. Granted, those conversations are usually inappropriate or passing judgement in some fashion. I mean, it can be a look that is in response to something that was said, a fashion faux pas or just heavy breathing. It really doesn’t take much at all.


I’m not sure what that says about us? No, we don’t want your thoughts on it either.  


Several years after the fact, if my dad says, “remember when I needed to use the bathroom after my hip surgery?” we will fall to the ground crying. Nothing else needs to be said.  I will spare you the details of this event, but rest assured it was inappropriate and unfortunate all at the same time, but just the thought of my dad laughing about it makes us all laugh uncontrollably.


Our mom can ask if we have seen Reva’s (their dog) bone and it will elicit the exact same response.  This little statement triggers a memory from the day we said goodbye to one of our grandparents.  A sad day that ended with us on the floor. Yes, unless we happen to be sitting in a pew or at a funeral service, we do usually end up on the ground laughing.  Maybe it’s genetic, maybe it’s a tic, I’m not really sure, but all three of us inherited this fun little habit.


We can go from ugly crying over something horribly sad to full on hysterical laughter quicker than most people can even comprehend what happened.  In fact, most people don’t EVER comprehend what happened because it only spoke to US.  Our own mother, although quick as they come, has a difficult time keeping up.  She gets so annoyed when we are all together and laughing.  Oh, and if it’s in church…you’d better try to hold that giggle in.  Be careful though, because it could come out in a very loud gasp or cry at the most inopportune time and you do not want mom mad at you even at our ripe ages of 50, 46 and 41.  She won’t stay mad for long though because she, too, is afflicted by the hysterical laughter.  She can’t help herself.


Dad, on the other hand, can just think something funny and he can start laughing so hard that the vein on his head throbs and he turns all red.  We NEVER know what is funny, but again, we can’t help ourselves and sooner or later, we are on the floor laughing.  Just last summer he made some crazy connection to Chobani yogurt and the show Chernobyl and while we were trying to figure out what he was talking about, he lost it.  He was laughing so hard, he couldn’t speak normally for 30 minutes.  It’s hard being the funniest person in the room.


What does all this talk about laughter have to do with anything?  Well, first, we could all use a little more laughter as this year has been a bit challenging.  It also gives you a little background into who we are when we are all together and the fact that our genetic makeup makes us predisposed to bouts of uncontrollable, hysterical laughter.  In other words, we can’t help it.

Last week, our youngest sister sent us this:

We all immediately replied that we could do it. Ten seconds later, we asked if we had to split the million dollars or if each of us got a cool million for ourselves. 
It matters okay!


Ten seconds after that we realized that laughter was probably not part of the whole being quiet thing and NO, we absolutely would not be able to do this.


Our texting conversation elicited so much laughter on my end that my husband gave me that look of what could be so hilarious on your phone. Well, if I am being honest, just the thought of being in an enclosed room with my sisters and told to be quiet for 30 minutes caused me to start laughing out loud.  The thought of us being able to be quiet for 30 minutes is incomprehensible and no, it would not help to be blindfolded or look at the floor.  We just think funny things, okay?


Now, I am not opposed to giving this little experiment a go.  I told them I am up for a ZOOM call without any words, but so far they haven’t stopped laughing long enough to respond.  I will keep you posted.
In the mean time, think about some funny memories this week, call your siblings or your friends and do a little virtual happy hour if you are far away.  Let’s face it, most of us haven’t done that since April.  

Laugh.  Make someone else laugh.  Don’t take life so seriously for just a few minutes.  I know many of you are going through a hard time right now, but I guarantee you there is also something funny happening.  Embrace it, even for just a few minutes this week.  Laugh until you cry and fall down on the ground holding your fat rolls inside your jeans.  Trust me, it’s good for the soul!

Sunshine & Sarcasm,
Lowi & G

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