[ Through the threat of newly formed tears, she bursts out laughing.

Excuse the girl who's feeling too many emotions as she works through the latest one bubbling up. When she finally tamps her reaction down, she leans over to grab a tissue, because tears and snot and laughter are not becoming of a lady and her eyes are starting to sting. (Mostly the last reason.) ]

All my life. I hid it behind a ceramic mermaid in my room. I've tried to write in it every day. You can imagine why I took the week off under the influence of Delight and Rage.