laugh until my cheeks hurt

teaching my 16 y.o. patient to walk (and run) with good posture, i put my floppy bag on her head, african style, and we walked along the sidewalk.
she decided that the strap would make a nice chin strap, and away she ran.

laughter is the best medicine.

was more like the week of halloween. ghoul’s night out, followed by a big party saturday night, followed by the hashoween and hashoweenies last night (we ran around in our costumes, and explored the mansions on russell street)

love it!

alert the world to the dangers of dihydrous monoxide

watching OS sucking on FB’s toes, in a desperate attempt to get laid. all in front of, oh, about a hundred of us. kind of like watching a train wreck, frame by frame.

News flash: http://www.nytimes.com/aponline/us/AP-ODD-Beer-Run-Arrests.html?

And it gets better….
http://wtnh.tv/blogs/index.php/anchors/2007/08/23/a_little_hash_causes_quite_a_commotion

impersonating my walk….exaggerating the sway. no, i can’t possibly really walk like that. we laughed like little girls.

if you danced with a man in a bikini?

i wish you all could see the look on his face, his head tilted, as i dance bhangra to hindi music. he thinks i’m crazy

as complete only because I have smiled so much my cheeks hurt. It was a long time ago and it is a wonderful memory. I was hoping I would get a chance to do it again before I complete this goal, but it just hasn’t happened… the cheeks hurting part. I’m not even sure if I’ve ever laughed so hard my cheeks hurt. The focus should be on having fun and laughing and not so much on the physical pain of my cheeks. I do laugh every single day… usually with or at my husband. I laugh with my friends. I laugh with my family. I will always be open to laughing or smiling so much my cheeks hurt and hope it happens again some day.

There was couple that my ex and I used to spend time with a few years back. Her husband and I shared a sense of humor that would not quit. He reminded me of my brother so much. Every time we would get together my cheecks would be so sore after. They would usually come for a weekend and sometimes longer but I never tired of him. It was a shame that after my husband and I broke up, that I lost touch with this couple. That division of friends which inevitably happens took away some wondrful times from my future. I miss them.