An evil laugh

I have a friend with the BEST evil laugh. I never know what to think when I am on the receiving end of it.

Am I in trouble? Am I a geek? (OK, that one is a big yes) Did I say something wrong? Right? Outrageous? Memorable?

It probably works well in all of those forms. But I have had to ask myself recently - why don't I laugh more? I used to laugh all the time. I let the difficulties of life take away one of my greatest joys.

I made a goal on Sunday to laugh a lot this week (sounds pitiful, I know, but I had to do it. Type A - that's me). I found myself giggling when I crawled back into bed after de-skunking the basement room in which my son sleeps. I laugh whenever I get a text message about monkeys (and it's more often than you think). I giggled with my daughter while shopping, laughed uproriously when Traci and I were getting toes done, snickered while my toes were being painted blue. I can't help but smile at the sunshine, the rain, the oops when my auto insurance had accidentally been cancelled in January, at finding out I'm getting a tax refund. The list is endless.

I laugh when the dog barks at his reflection. When I found ants completely covering my bottle of Drambuie in the liquor cabinet (they have expensive taste, those ants. Have you ever seen drunk ants? It's outrageously funny). Smiled when I shipped packages to New York, Miami and Spokane - on tax day - and spent an hour in line.

But I don't think I have an evil laugh. You know, one that makes people turn and stare, question and wonder. I need to work on that.

In the mean time, I have plenty of things to laugh about today. I'm venturing to the U-pull it place to try to find a replacement window and liftgate for the Explorer. I guess the clear plastic covering the back of it just isn't going to cut it long term. Anyone want a field trip? I promise to make you laugh...