A couple of nights ago I was busy typing away and HT was watching TV. He kept laughing, then roaring, then chortling, then giggling. He went into the cat trying to cough up a fur ball. He did it all.
It was the Wanda Sykes HBO special. We don’t have HBO at home. It’s a big treat.
Last night when I got home from the mom’s night out, it was on again and this time I watched it. Almost peed my pants. CRYING laughing. Stomach hurting. Spit take laughing. She went there, and did not hold back. Todd and I have, like, three years worth of new catch phrases.
Thank you. I needed that.