Normally, while in bed with my husband, I try not to laugh so hard that I can’t breathe. I try not to laugh so hard that I can’t get to the Kleenex box quickly enough to wipe away the tears. I try not to laugh hard enough to shake the bed causing my husband to fall off the edge onto our completely innocent, elderly dog. I also try not to spit, but, of course, I usually try not to spit. (I try not to snort, fart or do a whole host of other things while pretending to be the perfect wife. But they are fodder for a whole different post.)
But last night I did all of the above (hey, except the fart. I will NEVER admit to that).
My husband, John was kind of put out about it, actually. As in literally put out of the bed because it was shaking uncontrollably.
It wasn’t my fault, though. You see, I was reading what I am pretty certain is the funniest book I have ever read. So I have to share.
Actually, it’s taking me quite a while to read this book. Normally, I swallow books whole. Seriously. But it is slow going with this one. Because it makes me laugh so hard that I ache all over, and then I cry. And I don’t know about you, but when I cry, I have trouble reading. Those letters just dance around in the swirls on the page.
And that’s kind of what happened last night. I would read just a couple of words and then suddenly it happened. I was laughing so hard, and trying to dry my tears, and catch my breath and also say to my increasingly annoyed husband who was in bed trying to sleep, that I just wanted to finish the paragraph.
Not the chapter.
Not the book.
Just the paragraph. But each time I managed to control my laughter, dry my tears, blow my nose and find my place, well, I started all over again. Laughing, crying, gasping for breath. It took me about 30 minutes to finish a two sentence paragraph.
If you’re familiar with my blog, well, you know that I am not in the habit of writing book reviews, even though I read a whole lot. And I won’t tell you what this book is about. But it is hilarious.
This is quite possibly the funniest book I have ever read. Really.
But I haven’t finished it yet. I’m going to wait until John is asleep before I curl up in bed with the book. (He’s been snoring a whole lot lately and payback is hell.)
If you have a weak bladder, I recommend reading this book in the bathroom.