Laughter, the Best Medicine?

Written in response to the Daily Post’s Daily Prompt:

Roaring Laughter

What was the last thing that gave you a real, authentic, tearful, hearty belly laugh? Why was it so funny?

Not this past Christmas, but the one before, Studly Doright and I met our kids and grandkids in Nashville, Tennessee, for the holiday. Our son and his family live in Texas. Our daughter and her family reside in Illinois. Studly and I are in Florida, so it’s a treat when we can all be together.

Rather than stay in a hotel we rented a home for the week, and made it into a temporary Doright Manor. We had a first rate time cooking and eating and playing games with the grown kids and grandkids. 

One night, though, we sat the kids down in front of a movie in one room while in another the grownups played the game Cards Against Humanity. There might have been a bit of drinking involved. And by a bit, I mean copious amounts of liquor were consumed.

Our son-in-law, Stephen, having moonlighted as a bartender, knows how to mix a drink and soon had us all giggling like school children even before we started playing the game. Then the competition began.

Now if you’ve never played Cards Against Humanity you have no idea what you’re missing out on. I laughed so hard that tears rolled down my face–deep, strong belly laughs that caused my jaws and cheeks to ache well into the next week. 

 If laughter truly was the best medicine the Doright family could have cured every disease known to man that week. Instead, we just had a wicked good time.

Peace, people!

Caution–the game is not for the easily offended. There are references to body parts and bodily functions that aren’t often mentioned in polite company. Of course Studly and I never were much for polite company.

Author: nananoyz

I'm a semi-retired crazy person with one husband and two cats.

18 thoughts on “Laughter, the Best Medicine?”

  1. My sister and her family love board games of every type. I cringe and back away, making excuses when they suggest playing. Complicated rules that I can’t keep straight (even before the drinks flow), endless rounds with no end in sight. Losing, losing, losing. I don’t mind, really, but after getting kicked out of a game and having to be polite and watch the others play on for what seems like an eternity. Save me.

    Enter this game… they promissed it was easy to learn. Too right! Hilarious! Your warning is well-founded. Not for the inner Victorian lady, but so much f@ckin’ fun!

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