Hysterical Laughter

I've been posting so many recipes lately I feel like all I ever talk about is food.

It's true, food is a passion of mine, but there are lots of other things in my life that I keep meaning to share with you.  Either I'm so tired from cooking or playing with Bailey that I fall asleep typing or I just forget by the time I do get computer time.



Bailey turned 18 months this month.  We've been trying lots of neat DIY bath time activities like homemade bath paints and bath crayons.  I celebrated my second Mother's Day as a mommy and Aaron's work has picked up, meaning he sleeps more, gets up earlier, and comes home later.

I feel like I never get to see him. Some days I really don't see him at all.  On Tuesdays I don't get home until 10:30 or later.  I'm asleep when he leaves for work and he's asleep when we get home.  We seem to eat dinner later and later with the days being so much longer.  In the winter I start cooking dinner between 4:30 and 5:30.  The past few weeks it's been closer to 6:30.

I like it when Aaron works late because it means that my nap time activities don't get interrupted.  When he comes home from work early I usually stop cleaning or folding laundry and spend time with him.  I rub his feet and we talk and watch television together.  Sometimes, if he comes home really early, I make him some lunch or a snack.  When he comes home later I have time to clean the living room and organize the bookshelf.  I prep foods for Bailey's meals and snacks.  I clip coupons.  I have time to sit down and make up menus and shopping lists.

If I get computer time, I usually use it to research recipes or parenting techniques (potty training, sleep training, how to get rid of the pacifier) or check my Facebook, or try to type up a recipe I want to share with you.  I get sucked into Pinterest some days.  I have a problem with the geek category.  I find everything posted on there amusing.  What I'm trying to say is that my computer time is functional.  Almost everything I do online is for a specific purpose, that purpose rarely being entertainment.  Even the blogs that I regularly read are all food or parenting blogs.

So, when I came upon this little gem tonight while checking out Pioneer Woman's blog I was absolutely in tears I was laughing so hard.

You should understand that what I usually find funny is videos of cats doing cute or funny things (being scared witless by a balloon, trying to fit their very large selves into very small boxes, snuggling up with unlikely companions) and I rarely find the humans I see online funny at all.

You will probably click the link, read the story, and think I don't see why that's funny at all.  In fact, you will probably think that this entire post is pointless and that I am crazy.  (Honestly, please just trust me and click the link.)  It may have struck me at just the right moment.  I may have a particularly vivid imagination. (Actually I'm sure that I do because I see whole films in my head when I read books.)  When I read the story, I saw very clear images of what she described.  I had to stop at least three times to wipe the tears away and contain my hysteria so I wouldn't wake Bailey or Aaron.

What do I know?  Maybe we have the same sense of humor.  Maybe you'll read the post and laugh hysterically as well.  I hope you do.  I hope it brightens your day like it did mine.