Thursday night we had a bonfire going and were having a great discussion, not paying attention to how late it was. At some point, Elaine snuck off to the tent and went to bed unannounced. Around 2 am the rest of us started filing off to bed as well. I couldn't find my flashlight, so I grabbed some one's Maglight off the picnic table and went to the tent.
I got into the front part of our tent and was rifling around for my pajama pants. I couldn't find anything holding a twenty pound Maglight, so I tossed it onto the cot in front of me. Um, remember how I mentioned Elaine went to bed early? Yeah, I actually tossed the Maglight onto her shins. Like it was out of a movie, Elaine jolted awake howling and flailing her arms.
I have a problem called, I laugh when someone gets hurt. And if it's after midnight, I pretty much laugh at everything...so when the scene registered in my giddy, tired mind, I lost it. I collapsed onto the ground in an uncontrollable fit of laughter. I couldn't stop. I laughed until I wet my pants. Yes, I really did just write that.
This is where I'm supposed to say I've never been so embarrassed in my life...but that would be a lie.
2 comments:
Don't worry I wet my pants sometimes when laughing...especially when I'm at the DI with my sister, I'm pregnant, and I've just convinced her to try on the ugliest pair of pants ever!
I totally know what you mean. Those late night tired hysterical laughs are the best!
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