F.R.E.D.

One equals one better

I laugh when it is not appropriate to cry. Those were my thoughts.

Things compound, sometimes. I was taking food garbage to the compost pit and my pants were falling down and my greasy hands from the food couldn't pull them back up properly. I set something down and gravity pulled it to a lower position...laughable circumstances all, but I wanted to cry. The wife asked me why I was laughing and I told her. Of course, that was how her morning was also...