I am in the middle of writing, “Mission: Rehearsal, the Frank Sinatra Jr. Saga Continues,” but I could not WAIT to tell you this, alas another Missyism!
Dave and I went to see a movie today. It was a funny movie…exceeded my expectations. We saw, “Cop Out,” with funny-man Tracy Morgan and bad-ass Bruce Willis. The movie was at a pivotal point where vital information was about to be revealed. The audience was silent. No one was chewing pop-corn. No one was reaching into the candy. No one was slurping soda. You could have heard a pin drop. Then, something funny happened on the big screen, to which I normally respond to with a chuckle. But, instead of a chuckle exiting my mouth in the still dead quiet theater, a snort left my mouth…a big, loud, long, embarrassing snort! Much to my surprise, what I had found amusing, apparently, no one else in the theater had because there was not one other soul in that theater that emitted a sound besides myself. And, of all the sounds I could have emitted (a laugh, chuckle, giggle), I snorted! I never snort! What the heck?! The people sitting behind us began to laugh, a little uncontrollably, at my snort and the humor of the situation got to me, too and so I began laughing uncontrollably, my snort still echoing in my ears, laughing so much that tears began rolling down my cheeks.
Sigh.
Poor Dave. Poor, poor, Dave. He acted like he didn’t hear me snort like a big, loud pig. He commented later that he wondered what I was snorting/laughing at as he didn’t think that part of the movie was very funny!
Obviously it was to me…it warranted a snort!
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