The Best Medicine, besides C. sativa

I wrote this last night, and was wondering why no one was reading it - then I realized I never hit "publish."  Mah bad.  Enjoy!

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You know, it's funny: I started this post with the intention of regaling you guys with some of the funny stuff that Jos and I said and did that were funny enough to induce tears - tears that sprung to both our eyes, actually.

See, I have this theory.  Not a theory, really, more like an outlook, which is simply this:  those times where laughter just completely overtakes you, renders you incapable of doing anything requiring abstract thought or rudimentary coordination, paralyzes you with gales of laughter, are as rare as they are precious. As we get older it happens less and less;  or perhaps closer to the truth is that I've come to appreciate them all the more. It's a tonic, a soothing balm on the open wounds inflicted by life. And rare they most definitely are: I figure a year with 20 of those magic moments is a damn good one.

And that's great, and I was all primed and ready to share; the only problem I have is that I can remember precisely one remark I made that send us into that state (which state, for the sake of convenience, I will henceforth term "Laughter Outer-Space," or LOS).

So you guys are pretty much fooked, and that's a pity, but here's one thing I remember:  As Jo mentioned, I gave up a seat to a lady, right before which we did the Dance of Politesse:  Oh no thank you, no really, I just couldn't impose, please I insist, well thank you and if your friend will turn the other way I'll give you a handy for your trouble. You know the dance.  You've all likely been on both sides of it a thousand times. Well I said to Josie, loud enough fr chair-woman to hear me, "wouldn't it be funny if, had the dance gone on for another round, me ending it by saying" - and here my voice became a menacing, throaty, serial-killer growl - "'I SAID SIT DOWN!'" It sent Josie into LOS immediately, and chair-woman laughed quietly to herself. Auntie Jo, do you remember any details?  email me if you do.

In closing, and because I feel bad about not remembering any of the really good stuff, I'll give you guys a little tidbit about Josie that you may not know:  when something strikes her funny and she isn't expecting it, she will execute a perfect Danny Thomas spit-take, and since for years I sat to her left at the poker table (and since I was often the source of the funny), I've been drenched by an aerosol cocktail of Diet Coke and Josie spit many more times than once.  I find the whole thing endearing as hell, which is a little weird if you think about it.