Sunday, October 13, 2013

Laughing to death

We joke about how my nephew is likely to kill me at the dinner table with an ill-timed quip. And it's true: My nephew cracks me up. Almost  everything about him makes me  laugh. But I don't need my nephew to laugh to death. Heck, I don't even need people.

Kenny the puppy knows that if he gets to me when I am bent over, I am doomed. I can't ward him off as my arms are trying to keep balance or get me back up (Thank you, weak-ass trunk).

This afternoon I was removing my coat, which required bending over. In an instant, he was on me -- licking me everywhere ... lips, ears, glasses. I had to call my niece for assistance before he tickled me to death. Plus, I laugh beyond the tickling because it is awesome to be around a puppy.

But I don't t even need other beings.

Earlier this week I took my nightly pills, then before swallowing thought of something funny and started laughing with a mouth of pills. Or the other night I laughed at a Daily Show joke when I did not have my seatbelt on.

It probably would be embarrassing but all in all not a bad way to go.


Anonymous said...

I'll be honest, Matt, I'm pretty sure that's how you're going to go: laughing at something funny you thought of while swallowing pills.
I love you!

Matt Trott said...

don't doubt it!

Anonymous said...

You realize, right, that you can never swallow pills again because whenever you do you will thinkof this and start laughing.

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