You Just Gotta Laugh

I have fewer "good days" on this drug, and they hit this weekend. Granted, my good days now feel a lot like days when I had the flu, pre-cancer, but I can function.  I got tickled about something on Saturday night and laughed so hard that the girls thought I was crying.

Sunday morning, it happened again. Both girls and I laughed so hard that I nearly hurt myself. I realized, after all had calmed down, that I hadn't laughed that hard in over a month.  Later yesterday, Kevin and the girls were gone, so I went to see Mom and Dad.  As is typical for visiting them, there were quite a few laughs.

The past few days have made me realize that uninhibited, hard, tear-inducing laughter is something that cancer/chemo has stolen from me, and I think I miss it more than I miss my hair. I have two more days before my next round of chemo, and I plan to laugh every chance I get.

Having only four good days out of 14 will wake a person up to what is lacking.  Laughter has been seriously lacking around here.  I'll have to see what I can do about that.  This goof ball usually helps in that department, even when demanding my attention that is being directed at blogging.

Are You Butt Hurt?

So, I have this weird friend.  That's probably why we're friends.  She is REALLY weird.  What helps the friendship even more is the fact that we've had such drastically different lives and experiences, so there is never any shortage of discussion topics.

This lady regularly shoots rattlers to keep them from biting (probably killing) her dogs.  (More than once is "regularly" to me.)  There is reason I don't live in central Texas.  She used to live in Phoenix, and she is visiting there this weekend.  It's 115 degrees.  There is a reason I don't live in Phoenix.

She has lived in Japan, she has worked a goat ranch, and she is working with a local (to HERE, not to her TX home) winery to make prickly pear wine.  There is so much more that I could fill a post with, but won't.  I told you she was weird.  Wait.  Maybe I meant "cool."

Anyway, a year or so ago, she used the term "butt hurt" about a coworker.  Huh?  She repeated that said coworker was butt hurt about something that had happened at work.  What in the HECK are you saying?  She acted like it was a common term, and I put it in the "Brookeism" column in my mind.  Then I promptly forgot about it for a year or so, unless she'd say it, making me chuckle.

So there is this message board that she and I are both a part of.  It's actually how we met, indirectly.  I finally, yesterday, posted something about the fact that this is something that NOBODY but Brooke would say.  Let me tell you, I think I might be the ONLY person in the WORLD who does NOT say it!  It's turned into a funny conversation over there, but seriously?  Other people SAY that?  I am blown away.

Actually, I might be a bit butt hurt over the whole thing.