Laughter

One of the many things I adore about Rob is his ability to make me laugh - harder than most people. If you ask my family, I am sure they would say how annoying it is... and I honestly believe we think we are much more funny than we really are. But the ability to laugh together is something we have learned to appreciate, and it honestly makes every thing an adventure.

Exhibit A....

Saturday Night we wanted to be alone. We had been taking care of all the kids for my parents, so by the time we got the chance to sneak out, we jumped at the opportunity. Problem.. We had no idea what we wanted to do. It was cold, so I suggested the coto jacuzzi. He suggested we ride bikes there. Keep in mind, it is pitch black out. So we jump on bikes. He is on mine, basket included, and I am on Camden's. We barely make it up my street when we both start laughing about what a bad idea this could be, but rather than turn around, we kept going, knowing it would make for funny stories. The ride started out with us realizing how out of shape we were, how Rob should've grabbed a jacket, and how dark it really was. The oncoming headlights were making it hard to see the sidewalk, and while Rob was commenting on how you should just look to the ground to see better, he fell into a bush. Rather then help, I couldn't stop laughing. We get to a stop sign, make a left, and look at the gigantic hill we have to endure. Again, we should start working out more, and by the middle of the climb Rob didn't need a jacket any longer. And to think this was all for a hot tub run, a hot tub that is 5 min. away by car. When we finally get there, there were a bunch of teenagers enjoying the spa, the spa that we should be enjoying. We stood in the parking lot trying to decide if we should brave the storm, but they were just loud and obnoxious (so unlike what I was like at that age) so we decided to just turn around and go home. All that way for no hot tub! We start laughing at the effort put in for no reward, and Rob decides he wants to race me. I'm clearly winning when all the sudden there is a huge crashing noise in his direction.... He broke my chain. So here we are in front of the Coto County Club, its late, and we have a broken bike chain. I cant stop laughing, and he kept trying to be the man and do the repairs. His hands were getting extremely greasy, and at one point a limo pulled and parked right next to us. A fancy limo, and us with a broken bike. He definitely didn't think it was as funny as I did. I finally decide I will try and help. I hold the bike up for him to give the wheel more mobility, and he is still attempting to put this thing back together in the dark. We finally start to get somewhere, and I had finally calmed down, he was finally starting to smile a little, and just as he is about to finalize this fiasco... the sprinklers go on, I scream, and drop the bike. So here we are... No Hot Tub, Broken Bike, and now we are wet. We are both laughing hysterically at this point, not knowing what to do or how to get home; My parents were gone, Carson can't drive, and there are only a limited amount of people who would rescue us at this hour. About 5 min. later I get on my phone... "Grandpa... Rob & I are stranded.. can you come help us?"

Laughter is the best medicine. It was probably the worst idea ever, but .. I will be laughing about this for years. Note to self : Don't ever try this again.