I am one of those people that laughs at the worst times possible. When bad things happen, I laugh. When I am stressed, I laugh. When I don't know what to do, I laugh.
Today was one of those days where all I could do was laugh. I got all the way to work and as I pulled into the parking lot...my car died. Just died. In the middle of the parking lot. It could have waited 10 more seconds and been in a parking spot, but no...I was in the middle of the road. All I could do was laugh. I pushed it in to a spot and after kicking it (and busting my foot) I laughed. When I called to tell hubby, who is out of town at training for 8 more weeks, I laughed. When the tow truck came and charged me $150 to tow it away...I laughed. When the mechanic called and said it would be $700 to fix it...I laughed. Most people would cry or be mad or freak out, but not me. I just laugh.
While I was sitting at work trying desperately to get someone to give me a ride home a guy who just got fired from another store came in to say hi. When he was talking about getting fired (which could be funny, but at the time I should have acted upset for him) I laughed. Way to be an ass. But even after I laughed at him, he offered to drive me home. I accepted his offer, even against my better judgment. I wanted to go home darn it. In the car while I was thinking about how wrong the ride could go, I laughed. He now officially thinks I am insane.
After a day of crappy happenings, bad judgment, and a lot of laughing I came home and I baked. I made Golden Eggs. They are vanilla/nutmeg cupcakes that are dunked in melted butter and rolled in cinnamon and sugar. They taste like they doughnut, but they are so much better! Baking is what I needed. There is something about measuring out all of the ingredients and adding them at just the right time that is cathartic. No more inappropriate laughing for today, just contented smiles.