Shelf Life

My weekend was filled with so much laughter that it's a good thing you can't run out of it because I would be running near or close to empty. I've proven over the past few weeks that it is quite possible to run out of tears, I also proved that here a few months ago. But laughter, I don't think you can ever have too much of it. There is pretty much nothing, other than my niece and my puppy that I love in this world more than laughter. If I could have things my way, I would bottle every moment, every single hearty laugh, every single tear I've shed from laughing, every single moment my face has hurt, my stomach has hurt and every single moment that has left me gasping-for-air-because-I-can hardly breathe laughter and arrange them on a large shelf in my bedroom, ya know for a rainy day or just for a Wednesday. I also kind of love the way that laughter is so fleeting yet so has the potential to be so lasting at the same time. If I were really good with gadgets I could probably figure out a way to make this possible. I could record my entire life, edit it out and somehow transfer these little MP3s and put them on some sort of something that is activated by the opening of the lid to said jar. It would be like a spice rack but for making yourself feel good instead of for baking or cooking or any of those things that I do not do. My spice rack includes salt, pepper basil and sometimes parsley. And cinnamon sugar, 4 jars of it.

I not only sound insane right now but I feel insane from having just written that. Go ahead, steal my brilliant idea and make millions. Just mention my name in the fine print of the patent.