i was watching the girlies two walk into school this morning when i saw the odd little neighbor boy turn into a whirling dervish - minus the enlightenment - and whack his sister in the face with his backpack.
immediately, i rushed to action. which meant i put both hands over my mouth and doubled over in an i'm trying really hard to be quiet about it and failing horribly fit of laughter.
this has always always been a problem for me, this nervous laughter of mine. what's worse is that my giggles increase exponentially in relation to the severity of the situation. like, don't EVER invite me to your funeral.
wait. no. what's worst is the way my girlies two rushed to action. also known as collapsed in a pile. so weak with mirth that they couldn't. get. back. up. not even when the first panic bell rang.
thankfully, the neighbor girl wasn't too injured to disentangle them. i'm almost sure her nose had stopped bleeding.
i'm in the middle of planning some summer get-far-aways for us, and i've naturally got italy on my mind. when is it not on my mind? look at these properties, will you? wow. and really, my girlies are nice. they just unfortunately inherited most of my worst qualities.