Laughing out loud

I don't often laugh out loud when reading. There are exceptions of course - I can remember once having to get off a Tube train because I was laughing so hard at a Woody Allen book, and tears have streamed down my cheeks at some of Bill Bryson's exploits. But those notable comic writers aside, I don't usually laugh out loud when reading. I may smirk, I grant you, or perhaps the odd chuckle. Until today, when I came across this blog post by another mummy blogger (is that really what I am?) called More Than A Mother. It nearly made me wee myself. Which is apt, if you read the post....which you should, since I'm not writing any more tonight. Go on, go and read it. Stop hanging around here. Shoo. Begone!