Why My Wife Can't Breathe
So this morning, I'm sitting at my computer and on the other side of the office, Timmi starts laughing. She kept laughing until she was red in the face and couldn't stop. She's still laughing as I write this.
The reason she's laughing?
Someone mentioned a certain type of UK pickles that they really liked called Branston pickles, and she looked it up on Wikipedia and saw the section of the article called:
The Pickle Crisis of 2004
She's still laughing. I might have to take her to a doctor. Just as she starts quieting down, suddenly she'll imagine some shady underworld black market pickle deal with blue haired old grannies in England offering rare and delicious pickles from inside their trenchcoats and it'll all start again.
She just gasped out, “The US had the Cuban missile crisis, the UK had the great pickle crisis.”
How long can one person laugh at something? This can’t be good for her.