I have an unfortunate habit of laughing when things go wrong.
It’s not like I try and make bad things happen, but my natural stress response is to laugh.
Once upon a time, I may or may not have dropped a lit candle down the back of a piano. I ended up gasping on the floor with tears streaming down my face over that one.
My husband got horrible food poisoning while out with our friends. They were all worried as he hurled on the side of the road. I was laughing my butt off. While rubbing my husband’s back, of course. (more…)