Good Morning!!!

Well, WHO in the WORLD would have thought that a lil' teeeeesny-weeeeensy harmless comb like this...

Who? ME?? But I'm just a harmless lil' comb...

.....could possibly have caused the 'hit-the-fan' trauma DRAMA filled explosion that it did???!!

It was a really 'fun' morning!

Enz is a TOTAL head-case when it comes to his hair and I get it, the poor guy (like me) has super thick and curly hair; he's fortunate though, his curls never frizz and are always soft and silky. So, I really do understand his craziness over his hair but here is where we differ... I wash my hair and leave it to do it's thing, I don't care how it turns out or how it looks I just simply leave it be and it's generally pretty kind in going easy on me. Enz, well, he demands on forcing order of EVERY hair and it usually bites him in the ass which is why he has again decided on military short. But even still, with his super short hair, he fights it and it never fails that after he washes his hair in the shower before work every morning... once he's dressed and ready to go, he is rushing back and forth through the house muttering his hair frustrations as he reaches for a towel and heads for the laundry room sink to REwash his hair and try again. I usually try to just stay out of the way but after so many years I just couldn't take it anymore and asked him from the laundry room door as he was washing his hair for the second time...

"Seriously, Enz... whyyyyy don't you just wait and wash your hair once after you get dressed??!"

"I don't have TIME for this right now, GILLIAN!!"

"But don't you think it just makes more sense? I mean, you waste a LOT of time rewashing your hair every day."

"Maybe it needs to be shorter..."

"I'm not cutting it again, I cut it two weeks ago and I am not cutting your hair every two weeks when I don't want to cut ANYBODY'S hair anymore!"

He turned off the water and stood up then, towelling his hair roughly in his distress and said, as he draped the towel over his shoulders, "I think it's too thick right here..." he pulled the hair on either side of his temples.

"Maybe your head's just too thick right there?"

*Enzo death glare*

"This is not funny, Gillian."

"It actually is a little bit." *giggling begins*

Enz sighed with complete exasperation, tossed his towel atop the washer and casually reached for the comb beside the laundry sink to start roughly combing his hair into submission.

"What are you doooooooing??" I asked through my sudden onset of uberly-hysterical laughter that had tears flowing almost immediately.

Enz was absolutely dumbfounded with my idiocy and continuing to glare at me answered, "What the fuck does it LOOOOOK like I'm doing, GILLIAN??! I'm combing my fuckin' haaaiiiiir!!!"

By this point I was doubled SERIOUSLY over and laughing beyond hysterically at him and could barely get out the words...

"But *HAAAHAHAHA*snort*giggle*hahahaha* why aren't you *choke*chuckle*snort* using you OWN *snicker*cough* brush?? *hahaHAHAAA*!!!"

"What the fuck is wrong with you?! My brush is all the way down at the other end of the house!"

"But that's *giggle*snort*wipe tears*giggle* that's the boys' (Greyhounds) comb... *painful chuckle*snort*

*Enzo death GLARE* "What are you even taaaaalking about???!! I use this comb EVERY DAYYY!!"

"I thought it was obvious, *doubled over hysterical and unstoppable leaughter* it sits right in the corner *choke*hahahaha* OhMyGoshItHurtsSoBad*snicker* with the wipes and their brush!

Really... isn't this pictured area of doggy stuff  kind of a no-brainer???

"But I always thought the combe was there for MEEEEEE!!"

Oh, he was fuming mad and the madder he got, the funnier it got! It wasn't even six-thirty in the morning and already I was exhausted just from laughing so hard!

"It wasn't..." I shook my head as I rolled with laughter and continued to wipe away my laughing tears.

"Can you just go back to bed.... please, Gillian?" he then asked as he bent to immediately dunk his head for his THIRD wash of the day.

I was so painfully doubled over in laughter at him... the tears continuously rolled, I couldn't breathe and Enz was seriously ready to kill!

"It's not a big deal..." I said once I finally caught enough breath, "the boys have clean hair, I should *HAAhahahahaHAAA*snort-snicker*breath* I should know because I ... I..... *snort*more tears*HAHAHA* I comb  them every dayyyyy...*HAAAAAHAHAHA*

He snapped his head around to look up at me then, the water still cascading over his red-mad head... "You know, there's really something wrong with you, Gillian!"

I was propped up against the dryer as my laughing fit refused to let me go and when Enz was again towelling his hair and about to head toward the opposite end of the house to use his own brush he stopped, looked at me, shook his head in pissed-offness then turned to pick up the comb and stuck it into the brush bristles... "Did you ever think of doing that as a 'sign of obvious', Gillian??!"

Looking at it now, I guess it does make sense to keep the comb'n'brush as a set;
they work together so they can rest together.

All I could do was shake my head as hysterics again took me over.

Enz eventually did make it off to work and I hope his day will prove better than his morning but for me. I'm pretty sure nothing will be able to top his morning of fury for me!


So, I'm curious, are you someone like me who has inappropriate uncontrollable laughter fits no matter how upset anybody else might get. Are you the ONLY one laughing in what should be caring and concerned moments like I am? I can't even tell you how many times I've been in trouble over the years for my inappropriate laughter outbursts but I was lucky that my parents learned eventually to just roll with it and come up with quick fixes... Like at the midnight Christmas Eve service when the whole church was filled and silent in candle light and the man walking up to the front to give a bible reading misstepped, tripped on the Christmas tree cord and pulled whole tree down in his epic fall. The whole churchful of people let out a gasp of incredible concern while everyone close enough to try and help keep the devastation to a minimum jumped to try and do so; I, on the other hand, immediately pointed and launched into uncontrollable hysterics as my dad stood to instantly usher me out from beside him in the pew, pushing his truck keys into my hand as I moved by while holding my stomach from the laughing pains already beginning... "GO! RUN!!!!" he instructed me. And when my family finally came out after the service was finished I was still lost in the hysterical replay running over and over through my mind while my dad, mom, brother and sister all just climbed quietly into the truck shaking their heads at me... It was SO great, a memory I really cherish and seriously one of my best Christmas memories ever! So I always wonder how people are able to hold their laughter when it isn't appropriate actually manage to do so. If you're someone who can hold your laughter in serious settings do you really just not find it funny or do you really possess the Vulcan power of emotional control over your body and mind?? Don't get me wrong, I really can't help my laughter-of-misfortune, it gets WORSE if I try to stifle myself... I never want to see anybody physically hurt but embarrassment is just too much hilarity for me to handle. I also laugh harder at myself in those situations than anyone else so it does tend to even out, well, in mind anyhow!