Our pastor said something along the lines of, "We have become much more supportive of unwed mothers. There was a time in history when unwed mothers were stoned."
I immediately imagined young girls in robes, smoking the whacky weed and ending up preggers. That was all it took to send me down the rabbit hole of inappropriate laughter.
Bending beneath the pew, pretending to rummage through the diaper bag didn't help me. Seeing my husband's confused face didn't help me. The snorting and full body shaking wouldn't stop. I tried to explain to my husband, "They were stoned! Get it? Stoned?"
I suffer from "Inappropriate Laughter Syndrome." The more serious the occasion, the more likely I am to have a flare up.
I'm sharing another "Inappropriate Laughter" moment In The Powder Room today. Please meet me there and tell my that I am not alone.
Have you ever suffered from "Inappropriate Laughter Syndrome?"