We were tying a quilt the girls and I. Laughing and talking. Mollie starts telling a story about a guy who drove by where she and her friend were swinging by the senior center. She said he yelled something, who knows what. They got up and ran inside. It struck me funny and I yelled "Who knows what" and it just got worse from there. We began making up stories about people who had drive by who knows what's. And telling the cops that the man said "who knows what" and the cop says but what did he say? We laughed harder and harder, then the girls laughed at my laugh. It was a good time.
We got the quilt tied. Now I can bind it and put it back on the bed.
What a good time.