We Laugh

Last night, Mark and I were getting ready for bed.  Teeth brushing, face washing, one last trip to the bathroom, I'm sure you know the drill.  But the only difference yesterday was the laughing.  Usually we're quiet while getting ready.  Annabelle needs her door open to sleep and just being a wall apart means that she can hear us when we're up there.  We laugh together a lot, just not when we're getting ready to fall asleep.  But last night, I was laughing so hard I was crying.  I couldn't catch my breath and I was doing this weird hic-cup noise that I make when I'm trying to come down after laughing really hard.  It really unattractive but Mark seems to like it:)

So anyways, I'm in bed, jammies on and applying my Burt's Bees Lip Balm, when Mark starts acting like a crazy person.  His head is bobbing around like a crazed chicken, lips are pursed, eyes open wide.  Imagine this look while he has his nose strip on, mouth guard in.  I know girls, I am one lucky lady to get to sleep next to that every night.  Back off! :)  I just stared at him.  I mean what is he doing?  Is this some new mating ritual he head about on CNN?  No, it was a fuzzy, floating in the air.  It startled him and made him go slightly bonkers for a  moment. 

Once all of this was explained to me, I just couldn't. stop. laughing.  Oh and imitating his nuttiness over a fuzzy.  It wasn't even a bug or something worth getting crazy over!  But in the end, after I laughed like a hyena for awhile, I snuggled up to him and held his hand and fell asleep.  He may drive me nuts at least once a day but he is my very best friend.