Heather, Kevin, and I are walking down the side of Route 3 just outside of West Chester proper. At the bottom of the bank of the highway there are 4 or 5 wooden planters set up and there's a little old lady at each one, planting little flowers with a trowel. Kevin leaps down the bank and sits himself in front of an unoccupied planter and starts pretending to plant with a completely maniacal smile on his face. Heather and I think this is funny. In fact, we think it's so funny that we're rolling around on the ground, clutching our sides, crying with laughter.
I woke myself up from my own laughing with tears down my face, cracking up, out loud.