Is riotous laughing at one's own jokes a developmental stage? Not really jokes. Nonsensical, annoying, absolutely irritating utterances followed by forced, extended laughing. When will it end? Will it?
Because despite my attempts at calmness, at holding back, at NOT SAYING ANYTHING, my nerves are beginning to fray. Like ye old shoelaces children used to have in their sneakers from excessive tying. I even had 48 hours off to stare into space and hang with Chauncey and Al like in the old days. My parents took the guys for the weekend to give us a little break.
You'd think I'd be all chill and "hey guys, what's up?" But I am not. Maybe it began with the initial arguing and "Mommy! My brother ____... '' fill in the blank with your favorite Cain and Abel transgression.
Or maybe it's just because I am an old woman. That is a huge possibility.
All I know is that I don't drink, I don't smoke, I need an outlet. Cherry Garcia, anyone?