Explosive Laughter.

So. I have this problem. Sometimes, something really really really funny happens. Okay, maybe it's not all THAT funny... I just kind of find almost anything and everything hilarious. I tend to laugh at completely inappropriate times. Several of you can attest to this. Please, share your stories. I promise I'm not making this up. Anyway. Sometimes when I laugh, it's a normal, healthy, non-attention grabbing laugh. How precious. Other times though... "non-attention grabbing" is an understatement. Other times, it's a good sign when people DON'T jump a little from being startled. It's like... a loud, obnoxious, "where the heck did that loud and ill-mannered elephant come from" kind of laugh.

I blame my aunt.

My Aunt Connie, bless her mac-n-cheese makin' heart, has this same explosive laughter. And she laughs this way every. time. So now, I'm scared out of my mind that as time goes on, I will inherently develop this constant "explosive laughter." I warn you. If this happens, hide your sleeping babies. And hearing aids.

This same aunt loves to get creative with her Christmas present giving. Last year, I opened up a spool of thick Christmas ribbon from her. "Cooool!!" I said, of course, and began putting it back in the box. "Aren't you even going to look at it??" "Uhh... k?" And lo and behold, as I unraveled the ribbon, what was actually hiding was several dollar bills, taped together in a long string. Who even thinks of that?? She does. That's who. So this year, this was her creative money present:



Why yes. That is a money necklace. And of course it's hanging on my wall. How cool is that?? At the moment, my plans are to leave the money attached. Indefinitely. However, considering I'm strapped for cash, we'll see how long that lasts. I've already removed two $5 bills. They weren't all cool and pinwheely, so I felt that the action was justified.

Shoe update.

These are the shoes I wore today:



No holes in the bottom yet. Woo! However, it won't be long before my foot falls out the side (as demonstrated above). Buuut... my FAVORITE part of these shoes??



I know. You're jealous. How does that even happen? Beats me. And yet I love em all the more.

Now. Time for a nap. And by nap I mean homework. Yeah.