I'm Not Laughing. . .

There have been occasions when I have hurt myself and my youngest daughter doesn't just snicker, she laughs to the point that tears are streaming down her face. Case in point, I was getting into the car and I saw a penny on the ground and picked it up (for good luck) and clobbered my head! Terrible pain and a large lump quickly developed and there she is laughing to the point of hysteria and says, "I'm not laughing at you, I'm laughing with you." Well didn't that just make me feel all warm and fuzzy, sitting there suffering from an injury that kept me from doing household chores for six months. My thoughts: until you see the injured person actually laughing, it is best to render first-aid before laughing.

When I saw this image and catchphrase at The Digi Shack, (love my Digi Shack) I remembered the instance and I had to have it. The important thing to take with you before you visit the blogs of my awesome Shack Sistahs, is that the joke is really on the chicken who started laughing because she is not capable of laying beautiful pickled eggs. You know what they say, she who laughs last, laughs the loudest!