This week, write about the last time you had a really good laugh. A belly laugh. A laugh that took your breath away. A laugh that starved you of oxygen and gave you a headache. A laugh where you tossed your head back and really let 'er rip.
Well forunately for me this is something that happened recently.
Last Saturday night was St. Patrick's Day and one of my co-workers threw a St. Patrick's Day party. There are a group of us at work that have been doing things together and we always have a great time when we are together, plus we play Bunco together every month.
Finally everyone had had their corn beef and cabbage dinner so it was time to get dancing, but who can dance to music you don't know. Off to my Suburban I go to get a few CD's I had and others were off to get theirs. The dancing begins and of course many of us already have a few drinks in us so we are giggling and dancing like goofballs. One of my co-workers walks up to me and says do you care if I give your husband a lap dance. I told her to go for. See my husband is sitting in a patio chair watching us looking like goofballs, having a good time of course. I don't care if she does a lap dance for my husband, I know it is all in fun and we were just at her surprise 60th birthday party last month.
Anyway she goes up and does a dance for my husband who sits there with no expression what so ever on his face. When she is done I walk up to him and ask him if he enjoyed his lap dance. His response was I didn't have a dollar. Of course this made us, all within ear shot, crack up. Mr. Dry Sense of Humor is my husband!
I gave him a dollar that was in my pocket just so he could be prepared for the next dance.