I think I laughed harder last night than I have in some time. That usually happens when Kelly and his family spend time together – they feed off one another and, if the moment is right, things become funnier than anyone could imagine.
The visit started off well enough. My mom would be pleased to know I was packed into a truck and driven off to a hayfield to examine whether recently cut hay was ready to bale or not. She thinks that I need a visit to a farm every now and then to keep me humble. I disagree, but I digress.
Kelly and I got the giggles listening to my father-in-law debate whether the hay was ready. To clarify: he was debating with himself. That just laid the foundation for the evening ahead.
We came home, cleaned up and went out to dinner. Cheddars seated us in an atrium with more than 20 teenage girls out for a fun, adult-free evening. Evidently, Cheddars thought we could serve as the chaperones.
I can gurantee: it wasn’t fun for us.
That was the only down moment. When we got back home, Kelly realized he’d forgotten jammies and I realized we didn’t bring any golf balls (we’re hoping to hit the links this weekend with my sister-in-law). Sandy, Kelly and I headed off to Target for last-minute, late-evening shopping.
I don’t even know what all was said and I’m sure if I was able to type it the humor wouldn’t translate as well. I just know that I nearly had a couple of wrecks and finally pulled into a parking lot to laugh. Just terrible!
(And even as I’m typing this, Kelly is looking at the half-blind diapered rescue dog that’s joined the Hayley household and telling his mom, “I swear Mom, the next dog you get has got to be normal.”)
I wonder how many calories you burn laughing?