And Then I Laughed

Throughout the week, I racked my brain trying to think of a story to write for this week’s Writer’s Workshop. As I lugged wet clothes out of the washer, I paused to think of the last time I laughed. In the midst of reading about the missing Knuffle Bunny, my mind would wander to think of a time when I was wrong.

Sure, I could think of a couple of times when I had laughed recently, but most were in response to a silly expression one of the kids made or an amazingly correct use of sarcasm by my four-year-old. I’m not sure I could recreate the moment where anyone else would laugh, too.

And then there were the times when I was wrong….hmm…I was struggling with this one a little bit. I was sure there was something–I have a terrible memory–but I kept drawing a blank.

The funny thing is, I immediately thought of at least ten instances when Matt was wrong.ย I thought of the time(s) when he made us late to church because he thought he could wake up 30 minutes before we had to leave; those days with a newborn in my arms and a 17-month-old running around my ankles and some words uttered 9 months earlier that this situation would not happen; and finally, no matter what he says, I know that the thermostat and/or heater is broken–if the tip of my nose is frozen, and my hands are numb, it is not 70 degrees in the house!

But the last time I was wrong? I got nothing.

So at dinner, I decided to confront Matt with my problem:

“I really want to do that Writer’s Workshop this Thursday, but I can’t think of anything for any of the topics.”

“Really? Well, what are the topics?”

“There was something about prenuptial agreements, but I didn’t want to touch that one…when was the last time I laughed really hard?”

Modern Family.

“Yeah, but I don’t want to write about a T.V. show.”

Matt proceeded to reenact the dialogue that had me laughing a few nights previous.

“You know, there was the topic about the last time I was wrong. I’d write about that, but I just can’t think of anything.”

There was a pause as Matt looked at me with a straight face. His blue eyes began to twinkle.

And then I laughed.

After seeing the left side of his lip curl into a smile and then hear the snicker escape from his own mouth, there was nothing left I could do but join him.

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15 thoughts on “And Then I Laughed

    1. Matt has such a dry sense of humor and can utter the silliest statements with a straight face. I love that kind of humor!

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  1. I love Modern Family. That is my laugh out loud as well. Did you see the episode where nobody could understand what Gloria was saying because of her accent? I hate to say it, but I can identify. Matt and I laughed histerically with that one, remembering the things I used to/still do say that nobody understands ๐Ÿ™‚

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    1. I typically don't laugh out loud much–I tend to quietly smile–but I think I laugh hysterically at every single episode. They have great writers. I wish I were on that show! ๐Ÿ˜‰

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  2. Well Matt is certainly a gentleman; he smiled and snickered BUT didn’t give you any instances where you might have been wrong. Very smart husband.

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    1. Ha! You are too funny! Well, to be truthful, we use the one piece of technology that I have embraced–TiVo. We rarely see the show on the night it actually airs but, instead, on the weekend or any glorious night when the kids go to bed easily!

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  3. My husband can always make me laugh even when I'm in the foulest of moods. It's nice to have that one person in your life who can make you laugh no matter what. Laughter is the best medicine.

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  4. You take after your mother……. she can't remember the last time or if she ever was wrong. How could she? As far as I can recall, I'm always wrong, leaving her no room to be wrong. Am I wrong to think this way?

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    Dad

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