I just want to laugh loudly at things.

At my weekend in particular. AT: Hope and how cute Hope is(not the one you're thinking of), Fights (more like fun disagreements), motion simulator rides, THE shot, tanks, videos, friendly's, being recognized for THE LAUGH, embarassing your bro in front of his Girl, MY MAN DAN, chores, knowing i'm not the only one with a mother like that, explanations, disagreements never to be forgotten and destined to be stories down the line, random phone calls (4 to be exact), OLD FAITHFUL, saying dan in a SI accent (Long story), fuel+VH+5c+more with my dashboard (They're ok), recording, new songs, a campfire, chili that looked really good, not getting to do mini golf, acoustic guitar, my boys, lookalikes (way too many to count as always), Mr. T. (SUCKA!!), the faithful departed, a wedding planned (NOT MINE), the lord, starbucks, a thousand gas stations, work, selling fluting, selling staron, selling stainless steel, not having to drive, phone call from a former obsessor, stomachaches, the minivan, soccer-mom jokes, new colonge, family, everyone asking how you are doing after your hospital stay, plumped dogs on an open fire, gifts, the ring, the look on a man's face when he sees the price of the ring he will have to buy, and of course, YODA, who helped me thru it all and whose chronicles were expanded this weekend in ways you wouldn't understand......