Laughter Really is the Best Medicine

I was working in my office today and Johnny came out to our building to see if I wanted to go with him to vote. Of course, I said. It is, after all, our patriotic duty. We voted and then hit up happy hour -- Sonic happy hour, that is. Have I written on here lately that I am absolutely crazy about that man of mine? I mean, he is just fun and funny. He had to go to the dentist today and, let me just add, we have an awesome dentist. But, half of Johnny's face was deadened and he was a bit irritated about the whole thing. He dropped me off at my car (because I had to go the dreaded grocery store) and -- well, I've gotten this far in the blog and realized there is no way to explain in written words what happened next. He was just being silly about his half-deadened face. And we laughed hysterically. About nothing, really. Just plain silliness. I laughed so hard I had tears running down my face. He just makes me happy.

And that's all I've got to say/write about that.

Here's to laughter!

Serving the King,

Jeanette