Heavy Breathing.

The story I am about to tell you is true.  The names and places have not been changed to protect the innocent. You all know Mr LC:

Since his retirement in June he has been spending an inordinate amount of time in his cozy chair.  Sleeping.  Since it is now thereabouts the middle of August, he has spent some day light hours awake in his cozy chair.  Mostly reading.  Some critiquing. (Of my homemaking skills.)
Last night Mr LC fires up his laptop and decides to read my blog.  All of my blog.  I did not know this as I was watching television practicing my homemaking skills. I could hear him laughing a  lot and didn't think too much of it.  I went to bed at a reasonable hour.  He did not.  This morning when I came downstairs I noticed his asthma inhaler on the kitchen table.

This is rarely used in the summer.  It is required in the winter however.
 When he got up this morning he told me he had read through most of my blog and just cracked up laughing.  He laughed so hard he got asthma and needed his puffer.  Not to take all the credit Gentle Readers, he found all your comments witty and delightful as well.  Mr Urban Cottage and   MMMC just to name a couple.  Not to name names of course or single anyone out it's just because I know where these people live.  I may have to use you as character witnesses if Mr LC happens to expire while reading my ramblings.
Actually, Mr LC first got asthma from laughing.  It's true.  We have a lovely Irish friend and if you've never heard an Irish person tell a story you've missed out on something hilarious.  We always blame her for giving Mr LC asthma because he had to go to the ER that night, he was laughing so hard at her he couldn't breathe.

I repeat: All of the above is completely true and nothing has been changed to protect the guilty innocent.

He's such a card.