Have you ever gotten the giggles? I don’t know if that is the best way to phrase it, but I’m talking about when you can’t stop laughing and you’re not even sure what is funny. I have had this happen to me several times and it's usually when I’m overly tired.
The worst is when it happens in church. I know it’s happened probably a handful of times in church but only two clearly stand out. Once, I was about 18 or 19 and in a singles ward, meaning everyone was about my age or a little older. A speaker was talking about his trials and even though I knew it wasn’t funny I started to giggle. My best friend was sitting by me and absolutely no help what so ever. She felt, rather than saw, me laugh and she started laughing too. Pretty soon we were both shaking with laugher and I can tell you there was nothing funny but the harder I tried to tell myself that, the harder and louder we shook with laughter. Pretty soon everyone was turning and giving us dirty looks, which should have made us shrink with shame but instead we laughed all the harder. It was so embarrassing and I finally had to get up and leave while everyone was glaring at me.
The second time was about a year or so ago, so age 40. I was sitting with my kids in sacrament meeting during the summer. We had been staying up late and had woken up early for church. My mother-in-law was visiting and was sitting by the boys. I could hear the boys laughing and drawing attention to themselves. The speaker kept looking down at them and it didn’t help that we were on the fourth row. My mother-in-law was beside herself and so I decided to handle it. I had everyone slide over and I sat in between Seth and Jeb. I don’t think I even lasted a minute before I made the problem worse. Before long, all three of us were shaking with mostly silent laughter.
My mother-in-law, irritated and probably embarrassed, leaned over to Jeb and said, “Well, you won’t think it’s so funny when you are scrubbing the driveway with a toothbrush.” Clearly trying to scare him into good behavior.
Without so much as a blink, Jeb whispered only for me and Seth to hear, “Only if I’m using your toothbrush.”
Now, I know I shouldn’t have laughed, but I was a goner. I felt so bad for the speaker and even felt remorse for those sitting close enough that they had a difficult time hearing the speaker, but when one guy in the front row turned around and gave us a death glare, I had not one ounce of regret.
You see, this same guy puts on his own show every Sunday while sitting in the front row. He “massages” his wife’s back in a way that makes you uncomfortable enough you want to look away, but has the same affect as a car wreck, you keep glancing to check for wreckage. The worst is when I witnessed him EAT HER HAIR! Yes, he put a clump of hair into his mouth and chomped on it! I was thoroughly entertained and appalled. He has also eaten a sandwich behind a hymn book on the stand when he thinks no one is looking and when he was leading the music for the primary program he was so outlandish in his body and hand gestures no one knew which show to watch; the primary program or the one he was putting on, so yeah, I didn’t feel the least bit bad.
The reason I bring this all up, or that it is even on my mind, is because this same fit of giggles also happens now and again at bedtime. Last night as Brett was trying to sleep because he has early work, I just started laughing. For a good full minute I didn’t even make a sound but my entire body shook with mirth. I would try to stop and tell myself I was not funny and I needed to stop and then I would snort or just start laughing again. Brett, bless his heart, just looked at me with part humor and mostly confusion on his face.
When I was finally done getting it out of my system he said, “You are so weird.” I love that man! I try really hard to be a good wife but even I know that sometimes I’m weird. I love that he knows that and loves me anyway, and in some cases loves me more because of it.