I recently had my gall bladder removed.
I totalllllllly underestimated the surgery and recovery time. I thought I’d be up and back to normal the next day.
Yesterday, my mother and I went out to run some errands (she is visiting me to help me, aw, love you mom) and while in Staples browsing around she stops and looks at a rack.
I slow down to wait for her and she looks at me and says, “Are those….records?”
I grab my tummy to brace myself and burst out laughing, omg it hurts to laugh.
“Moooom,” I say gently, “…those are calendars.”
ha ha ha
At this point I’m hunched over in a silent but painful laugh, literally trying not to bust a gut. She’s laughing embarrassingly now as well.
“Well I was wondering why John F. Kennedy would have a record, he didn’t sing.” she continued.
Omg mom please, it seriously hurts to laugh.
I giggled all the way to the car and most of the way home.
Records. I’m still giggling about it.