riotous laughter

i'm tired, so there won't be much blog action tonight, but i just had to share a moment of pure joy that happened this very night, in this very apartment. (and, no, it's not what you're thinking.) mil and i were just taking a mid-paper-writing make-out break, when he started kissing my neck. now i am one of those irish-etc. dames whose skin flares at the mere sight of facial hair, so i've never been very good with the neck kisses. tonight, however, was an entirely different story -- instead of cringing in fear, i started giggling. giggling turned into laughing, and laughing turned into non-stop, tear-soaked, gasping for breath, cramp-inducing glee. it's been a long time comin', but thanks for the laughs, hon.