I thought I was doing really well under all the stress of what is happening in our lives these days... but yesterday proved otherwise.

During the final stages of completing the toy room, a gentlemen knocked on the door and this was our conversation:

Man: Hi. I'm your plumber.
Me: Oh, great!
Man: My name is Duane.
Me: Nice to meet you... Duane.

After showing him to the bathroom that needed repairs I had to run upstairs to where Sean was working. I immediately had to cover my mouth because I couldn't hold the laughter back. Sean looked at me and asked what was so funny. But by this point, I couldn't even answer. I was laughing so hard tears were streaming and my face became paralyzed in a hysterical-crazy-woman-wacked-out-smile-look. I even felt my throat closing up. I actually fell to the floor laughing. At this point, Sean was completely amused but also thought something was wrong with me. He asked again:

Sean: What's so funny?
Me: The...plumber...his name...is...is...Duane.
Sean: So? I don't get it.

I didn't think I could laugh any harder but all of a sudden I was completely taken over by even more uncontrollable laughter thinking about how I was going to explain the hilarity of the situation to Sean. All I could do was:

Me: Knock...knock.
Sean: What?
Me: Knock...knock!
Sean: (now laughing) Who's there?
Me: (laughing out loud) Duane.
Sean: Duane who?
Me: (almost unable to even speak these last delicious words) Duane the bathtub please.

It was the best laugh I've had in a while. But though I still laugh knowing our plumber's name is Duane, it was a lot funnier yesterday... when I (obviously) needed to relieve a little tension. :)