Wednesday, September 07, 2011

laughter is not so medicinal around here

After the children finally went to bed, I was sipping a glass of red wine in bed and talking to the Sober Husband. He made an ill-timed witticism which made me guffaw exactly as I was swallowing a big mouthful of wine. A large amount of very tannic red wine went down the wrong way (why couldn't this have happened while I was having an innocuous glass of water?? Or even my usual friggin' sparkling wine?)

I spent the next forty-five minutes hacking, retching, and gasping for air while the Sober Husband reassured the disturbed children. Hours later my throat still burns. It was a really full-bodied red, alas (and funnily enough the label touts this particular wine as "a ballbuster").

After I was able to breathe somewhat normally again, I remembered how Iris uber Alles once read in one of those weird fact compendiums children love so much about how many people die laughing. "I want to die laughing! How do people die laughing?" she'd say, over and over again. The next time she brings that up, I'm going to say, with new insight, "Oh no, you do not. Drowning is so much nicer."


Silliyak said...

Remind SH, It's funny until someone gets hurt, and there are thousands of comedians out of work and HE'S making jokes, leave it to licensed professionals PLEASE!

2amsomewhere said...

See also the demise of Zeuxis for another instance of death by laughter.

the Drunken Housewife said...

Silliyak, we need you to live here, always ready with the survival tips. We're lucky we stumble through day by day!

And 2am, you've always got the right reference.