I went into town with a friend this arvo. We shopped for birthday cards and pressies for a friend. I was in peals of laughter the entire time. We were singing in the car, abusing my driving, laughing at the many ridiculous things that happen to me (currently: i'm burnt in patches from yesterday, and have tan lines that match the cut of my strapless dress... very attractive), buying silly cards, getting ridiculous pressies, laughing at the wierdos in the bargain shop, confusing the woman in Haighs (did you know that bullet chocolates are no longer bullet shaped?!), looking at the lesbian books in Borders, getting lost in the car park, losing my keys... it was the most stupid afternoon, but laugh we did.
All the way home, i had a million near accidents - i really need to pay more attention when i drive - and was blinded by the rain. But we sang along to the radio, embarassed ourselves and survived. When we got back, i found his men's group novel... the gist? Women can only find themselves beautiful with the love of a good man. It was an instruction book, teaching these men to be the good men women need them to be. You see, every man longs to be a hero and rescue his damsel in distress. The whole book (though, in concept, it had a point - every woman does need a good man) was just a little marshmellow-y. So, naturally, i read passages aloud, whilst laughing so hard i could barely breathe. After sprawling across the bed and pawing through his CD collection to find something new to listen to, i scored a cup of tea and then i skedaddled - it was time to leave the boys to their men's group... may they learn much from their book.
It was a fun afternoon. Sure, it was hard sometimes, when i thought about things. But, simply, i laughed and was happy. Isn't that the most important thing? For that reason alone, i can't wait to do it again. Being happy is so much fun!
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