Yep. Last night we went to bed and the fur-child starting playing really loudly with her toys. Really loudly. Really obnoxiously. It gave me the giggles. A welcome relief from the frowns but not a good time. Fur ball kept going and I only escalated in laughing so hard I cried. My husband put his head under his pillow and said "I'm living with two crazies."

That only made me laugh more.

It is what it is....