Hilarity

Recently, we've been laughing a lot. Not just, "oh ha ha, how amusing!" but really gut-busting, painful laugh sessions that leave you curled up on the floor gasping for breath.

Examples:

• Watching "Clash of the Titans" in the theater, then spending a good 20 minutes back home, laughing ourselves to tears over the plot-holes we hadn't noticed while engaged in the movie. It was almost as great a comedy of errors as The Lake House - which holds the record, I think, for a non-comedy flick that made me double up with laughter.
• This website: http://www.safenow.org/ (disclaimer: not all jokes are kid-friendly)
• The priceless moment a couple nights ago when Adam seriously SANG a comment to me (laughter bubbles up, just remembering it) without even really realizing what he was doing. I'm pretty sure I strained something during that laugh-fest.
  

I would be 100% pleased with this cheery turn of events if I didn't have the sneaking suspicion that all this giddiness could be chalked up to our lack of energy and overall exhaustion.

Last night was a definite case of the above - I told Adam I thought he took his shoes off really fast, "like a frisky cat!" This is a classic case of brain-dead humor. After pronouncing this incomprehensible comment (I have no idea where it came from, I swear), I burst out laughing and could barely stop for 5 minutes.

It's fun; it's healthy; but does it mean that I'm losing it?