Actually he looks at you like that every day
Someone left the door to the Kid’s Korner open and America’s Worst Mother™ popped in to tell a story that begs to followed by, “I guess you had to be there…” and then embarassed silence:
It was almost impossible for me to get through some parts of Robert Louis Stevenson’s “Travels with a Donkey in the Cevennes” because I kept exploding and weeping with laughter. It was even messier when I tried to read bits aloud to my husband, who had to sit there blinking impatiently and wondering when my rictus would pass. As I couldn’t bear not to share my joy, I kept sputtering, “Wait, wait, you’ve just got to hear–” and then folding over again, unable to finish my sentence.
Naturally, I recommend it. It’s not a laugh riot all the way through, but the funny bits are spectacular.
Is it any wonder that Mr. Meghan sleeps around a lot at work?