WARNING...This post contains possible insensitive material.

But I love it. My sister Jennifer is hilarious. You see, she's a walking Hollywood video. You can tell her the title of any movie (particularly animated/kid movies) and she can quote a line, dialogue, or an entire scene perfectly. I mean, she gets the intonations, expressions, gestures, EVERYTHING perfect. We like to play a game where we'll start off a quote and she can go forever. Sometimes she needs a remote. Anyway, when she found out about my miscarriage she sent me a comment. Here's the first comment:

"Hey Tricia, I heard the news, and hope that you are feeling okay. I tried to think up wonderful things to say that would provide you with comfort...but the only thing I have to offer is not exactly sensitive. So I won't mention it, even though I already have. Email or phone me, whichever one you wish, if you ever need to talk. Love you lots,Jennifer"

Sweet, right? But she got my curiosity up and I'm dieing to hear something "not exactly sensitive". So, I wrote her back and told her not to worry about it...that I'm really fine mentally and physically and would love to hear how her strange little mind works. This is what she wrote:

"Oh good, I'm glad to hear of it. My comment was perhaps the fertilized egg was just a bad egg, like off of Willy Wonka and the chocolate factory, with the geese laying golden eggs and every now and then a bad egg was laid and sent to the trash compactor. Or something like that. I just kept picturing this golden egg, and the alarm honk sounding a bad egg. Interesting. "

I died laughing. I was laughing so hard that Keira thought it was funny and she started laughing which made me laugh even harder, so we were both rolling on the floor laughing for about 5 minutes. I'm sorry if this offends anyone, but this was the best laugh I've had in a while, so thank you Jennifer for making me laugh (and causing the domino effect with Keira). Laughter really is the best medicine.