Laughs on me!

I don't know what it is about my sister and me, but everything takes on a new note of hilarity when we are together.  Things that might not typically seem so funny, invoke ridiculous giggles that we can't seem to control.  Our time together during the Thanksgiving holiday proved no different.  And let me just add that if my mom joins in the laughing...well...we are all done for.  The males around us just look on and shake their heads.

Our Thanksgiving celebration started out with appetizers, as any good celebration should....stuff ourselves on snacks before dinner!  During this time, Becca thought it would be a good idea to take a picture of us siblings and our significant others, together, on one small couch. She also decided we should try to take a "serious" photo where none of us smile.  You can see below how well that worked out for Becca and me.

Then we moved on to dinner which was delicious!  My husband made me proud by finishing off three heaping helpings of food.  The man simply loves stuffing...what can I say?  Towards the end of his third helping, he leaned back in his chair, put his hands above his head and exclaimed "I'm done!"  Let me just say -- between the large number of people in the room and an overwhelming consumption of food, he had a mild case of perspiration.  He had also managed to spill in the middle of his shirt.  Becca and I looked at him revealing his pits and the stain on his stomach -- and then looked at each other and had a hard time containing ourselves for the next 5 minutes.  Poor guy!

But I must admit -- the last laugh was on me.  At one point in the meal, Paige asked for Ketchup.  (I know -- what a disgrace -- ketchup on turkey -- who raised this girl?!)  So I attempt to get up from the table to fetch the ketchup.  What happened next will now be talked about in my family with hilarious laughter for the next 20 years, I'm sure.  As I try to squeeze between my own chair and Taryn's chair my foot got stuck and I took a straight, but graceful, nose dive for the floor.  However, what stopped my face from hitting the floor was the kitchen door.  Yes, I did a direct face plant into the door.  Bam!  Time stood still for a moment.  Everyone held their breath -- I slowly put my hand to my face -- wondering how much damage I just did.  I knew it wasn't good.  Eventually, I dared to pull my hand away to discover it was full of blood. 

I dashed off for the bathroom followed by my mother.  (Apparently, that mother instinct never goes away.)  She was closely followed by my husband.  My nose was bleeding profusely and my lip was ridiculously fat.  My mother tenderly washed the blood from my hand as my husband held a cloth to my nose.  What a scene! I told them to both go back and enjoy their meal and I hid in the bathroom for a while.  I heard my husband announce to the group, "I think she's going to live."  The most humiliating part was when I had to go back to the table.  Once it was determined I had no life-threatening injuries...the laughter came.

So what can I say -- I'm glad I can laugh at myself!  I'm glad I have a sister and mother to laugh with.  And if this year the laughs on me, so be it!