I forgot to share this funny story that happened Saturday after we finished at the doctor. I had been grumpy all day and kind of emotional. Instead of being understanding, Hubby was getting irritated with me. So then I was irritated with him for getting irritated with me because I was irritated to begin with.

Well, I’m acting all huffy and I go to the kitchen for some water. As I walk back to the living room, I slip in a puddle of water our lab mix spilled all over the kitchen floor from his mouth because he’s a crazy sloppy drinker. Not only do I slip, but I slide straight onto the floor and land on my left leg. My glasses fly off of my head but somehow my water in its glass remains intact.

Next thing I know, I am howling crying with tears flying off of my face like they do in cartoons. My leg hurts so bad it is numb. I keep thinking about how this could mess up everything that had been done at the doctor that morning. And then I realize how ridiculous I look sitting on the floor crying like a crazy woman and start laughing in addition to the crying. Now I really look insane.

Hubby just stands there looking at me saying, “Get up! Get up!” He finds my glasses and puts them on the couch. I must have placed my water glass on the floor because he moves it to a safer place. Once I get it together, I move to the couch and ice my leg and cry/laugh a little bit longer.

So why do I think this is so funny? When Hubby and I talked about it Sunday, I almost died when I found out his perspective. He didn’t hear me fall. He knew I was in a mood. He thought I was being dramatic and having a breakdown by throwing myself down on the kitchen floor and crying hysterically. He kept saying, “But you didn’t spill your water.” Who does he think I am? I know I’m dramatic and have a bit of diva in me, but seriously??? He makes me laugh even during the crazy, and it looks like I still make him laugh too.