Sleeping on the Job

Hey! What!
I don't know why lately I have this obsession with gangster talk. I can't stop thinking it's funny. Last night we went visiting teaching for the first time and I gave them each this card with our phone numbers and stuff that said "VT's in the house! Word!" in big letters on the top and I thought it was so funny. They were just both like "uh, thanks".
Well, ha ha, it's been quite the hiatus and I am guessing that cost me about 75% of my readership (of four), but that's okay. I'm doing it for me! Yeah.
Do you ever find yourself losing the battle and laughing uncontrollably at really innappropriate (ah! I was rejected as a copy editor for a reason) times? This happened to me (it's been happening a lot lately, actually--"it's the brain drain. His brain is draining." Anyone besides Andrew that can place that quote wins something amazing) yesterday when we had a guest speaker from India in our International Health class. About half a minute into his speech I realized he didn't really speak English. [It took me half a minute because at first I thought I was either hallucinating (it's been a weird past couple of weeks) or else that I had forgotten English, but then I realized that about every third word was either a) not English or b) incoherent] Anyway, that in and of itself wasn't that funny, but then he wrote the word "additing" on the board and then kept pointing at it and underlining it and I was just sitting there wondering what on earth he was trying to say. Then I remembered that time in Africa where we sat in on an English class as the special American gueststars (wooo!) and the (african) teacher was writing these sentences up on the board for his students to copy, but they actually didn't make any kind of sense and all of us couldn't stop laughing even though it was really innappropriate. Then I started laughing at "additing" and I felt like I would never stop. Well, that's my story for you.
Erin