Still Laughing
There's a great temptation, when we are all together, to go through the greatest hits of the Fazzolari family.
I told the story of meeting a women with Tourette's at the doctor's office.
The poor lady.
We laughed at how startled I was when she screamed in mid-sentence.
Jim told the story about Dad removing a turkey from the oven. The turkey and the pan came flying out and Dad slipped in the grease and hit the ground.
"I broke my ass cooking it," Dad said.
We laugh at the memory of it all.
And it's funny, but you never know when the next big laugh is coming.
We are all big personalities and there's a lot of back and forth.
John told a joke that had all of us shaking our heads and laughing.
Then Jim stole the show with a unique performance that had the people around him in tears of laughter.
And yet.
There was a new entrant.
Jake's line:
"It's a Thanksgiving miracle," brought the house down.
(Jim will have to tell you the complete story).
But the sound of laughter rang through the house.
For a long time.
Full of turkey and settling in around the football game, we were all on the verge of just going to sleep.
When Carrie started to laugh again.
She was simply laughing at something that happened just twenty minutes before.
We didn't have to rehash Jim eating 70 brussel sprouts to win a $1 bet.
(He gagged on each one as he downed the last 15 or so and I have not touched a brussel sprout since, but I did pay him the dollar).
Laughter is great.
Later that night, Kathy who had missed a lot of it asked why we were all laughing so much.
Making memories, I thought.
I told her about Jake imitating Jim announcing a football play.
She laughed.
The Fazzolari laugh meter is still high.
And that's a lot to be thankful for.
I told the story of meeting a women with Tourette's at the doctor's office.
The poor lady.
We laughed at how startled I was when she screamed in mid-sentence.
Jim told the story about Dad removing a turkey from the oven. The turkey and the pan came flying out and Dad slipped in the grease and hit the ground.
"I broke my ass cooking it," Dad said.
We laugh at the memory of it all.
And it's funny, but you never know when the next big laugh is coming.
We are all big personalities and there's a lot of back and forth.
John told a joke that had all of us shaking our heads and laughing.
Then Jim stole the show with a unique performance that had the people around him in tears of laughter.
And yet.
There was a new entrant.
Jake's line:
"It's a Thanksgiving miracle," brought the house down.
(Jim will have to tell you the complete story).
But the sound of laughter rang through the house.
For a long time.
Full of turkey and settling in around the football game, we were all on the verge of just going to sleep.
When Carrie started to laugh again.
She was simply laughing at something that happened just twenty minutes before.
We didn't have to rehash Jim eating 70 brussel sprouts to win a $1 bet.
(He gagged on each one as he downed the last 15 or so and I have not touched a brussel sprout since, but I did pay him the dollar).
Laughter is great.
Later that night, Kathy who had missed a lot of it asked why we were all laughing so much.
Making memories, I thought.
I told her about Jake imitating Jim announcing a football play.
She laughed.
The Fazzolari laugh meter is still high.
And that's a lot to be thankful for.
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