Giggle Trigger

Today the husband and I drove to the big city of Whisky-Tango Falls [aka Wichita Falls] to run a few errands. We went to a local housewares store in search of door hardware. And while a sales person was showing us door handles, something triggered his giggle-snort. He lost it and had to leave the store to compose himself. Ten minutes later, when he returned with his giggle under control, all it took was for our eyes to meet and then it was all over again.

I can’t go into specifics, but the giggling was simultaneously inappropriate and uncontrollable. Even 12 hours later when he thinks about the situation, he falls apart.

This could have been my husband today: