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.
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3 comments:
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!
JTG
don't doubt it!
You realize, right, that you can never swallow pills again because whenever you do you will thinkof this and start laughing.
J
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