Showing posts with label the wounds are fresh. Show all posts
Showing posts with label the wounds are fresh. Show all posts
Tuesday, April 16, 2013
Wednesday, March 27, 2013
Laughing and crying
A friend of mine made a post to me today about a memory she had earlier today involving John. I actually like when people do this- a lot of times they are stories I had completely forgotten about.
She mentioned that as she heard a particular song on the radio today & it reminded her of a trip we all (John & I, her and her husband) took one night to a casino. We had a blast, and by the time we left the guys were quite intoxicated. John kept putting on a bunch of songs and she and I had to listen to those two "serenade" us the whole way home. The drive was easily an hour and their singing was hilarious- basically like really bad karaoke inside a car.
She mentioned in her comment how this memory made her both laugh and cry, and how people in traffic probably thought she was crazy.
I told her not to worry about it- if she looks crazy, I must look downright insane most of the time, because I do that quite often.
She mentioned that as she heard a particular song on the radio today & it reminded her of a trip we all (John & I, her and her husband) took one night to a casino. We had a blast, and by the time we left the guys were quite intoxicated. John kept putting on a bunch of songs and she and I had to listen to those two "serenade" us the whole way home. The drive was easily an hour and their singing was hilarious- basically like really bad karaoke inside a car.
She mentioned in her comment how this memory made her both laugh and cry, and how people in traffic probably thought she was crazy.
I told her not to worry about it- if she looks crazy, I must look downright insane most of the time, because I do that quite often.
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