Day 253: Bustn' A Gut

So, today's Joyful Moment could be having my nasty toothpaste-laden spit drain right down the sink drain instead of slowly sludging along and totally grossing me out.  But then I'd have to admit that I was out until midnight crafting with my peeps while HH was home tending the fort and fixing the wonky sink drain.  It was a dream come true coming home to, though.

Don't worry, HH is responsible for today's Official Joyful Moment as well.  It was laughing the hardest I've laughed in a really really long time.  And I just couldn't stop laughing.  And it felt so good.  You know how that kind of laughing is.

I'll tell you what made me laugh, but it probably won't seem as funny.  It can't, really.  Because you truly did have to be there.

With that awesome introduction, here goes:  HH was singing in his sleep.  Let me explain, he was kindly helping Sweet P with her violin practice today so I could fix dinner.  They were just around the corner from me in the kitchen, so I could still explain to him what they were supposed to be doing.  She has one set of songs that I'm supposed to sing along with while she plays (it helps her stay motivated and keep the timing right).  Since I was cooking in the kitchen, I asked HH to do this.  He was really sleepy.  He fell asleep as she was playing one song, so I offered to come in and take over for the last song.  He said "no" and that he could do it.

(Interesting interjection--HH usually naps any and every chance he gets.  I would enjoy napping, but it just doesn't usually work out for me for a variety of reasons.  Yesterday and today, HH passed up the opportunity to nap to stay up and help me with the work I generally do while everyone else sleeps.  So sweet, right?  But now the truth is out--he can't keep up with me.   A day and a half of trying to follow in my shoes, and he was wiped out.)

So, the song was "Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star".  HH has a beautiful singing voice.  Always.  Whether he's trying or not.  Well, the rendition I heard today was the absolute worst I have ever heard him sing.  Ever ever.  So, as soon as he was done I said (lovingly), "Wow.  I've never heard you sing that poorly!"  I'm just such a good wife, always building him up like that.

His response?  "I was singing?"

So, I set down my carrots and knife and walked into the other room to make sure I was understanding this correctly.  "Wait, you don't know that you were singing "Twinkle Twinkle"?"  HH, "I was?"  Me, "You were singing in your sleep?!  No wonder you sounded terrible!  I can't believe you can sing in your sleep!"  HH, "What did I sound like?"

But the laughter had already commenced and I could not stop to try and demonstrate how he sounded.  I got close a few times, but every time I would replay it in my head, the laughter would begin anew and it just kept coming.  Oh, I wish I'd had a video camera.  It.  Was.  So.  Funny!!!

My HH is amazing.

Wishing you all Joyful Moments where the laughter does not, cannot stop!