Laugh Until It Hurts

The other day, while at my mom’s Fourth of July get together, Jamie said, “Filipinos laugh about everything!!!” This girl speaks the truth.

Yesterday, on the way to Kona Grill, I had to make a stop at an ATM. Instead of making a smooth break, I ran my car right into one of those First National barrier posts. Most would have immediately jumped out of the car to assess the damage. Onlookers stared as my brother and I sat in the car and laughed hysterically. Not much damage was done to my already cracked bumper, just a little green paint to remind me that poles do not move.