"Promise to make me laugh? Every day. "

You probably recognize the title of this blog post from the LDS blockbuster picture entitled "Legacy." 

Then again, you might not recognize it if you haven't seen it.

This movie is really super important because as an 8-year-old girl, I fell in love with the character David and decided what I wanted most in love was someone who made me laugh and who loved me like David loved Lizzie. 

I'm only 30% kidding.

That's right. As an 8-year-old, that's what I decided.

And you know what?

I've been in love a few times since then, but nobody makes me laugh the way I wanted.

So my 8-year-old self might've been onto something... ;)

That's just in case you're feeling nostalgic or curious or something.

Go to 31:00  "...And I will make ya laugh..." The accent doesn't hurt, either. haha.

and then 35:15. Yup.

So anyway. On with my story.

My friend Carla brought this to my attention last night:

After reading it and crying laugh tears, I considered texting the phone number on the ad and just asking if he were A) Single, and B) over 22. Okay, 25. Okay no...at least 27. Maybe he could be just barely older than me. 

Now I'm just being demanding. 

Creepy 40-year-old men don't write funny stuff like that, right?

But I didn't do that. I didn't contact Mr. Doug, the seller.

Because he's probably 18 and trying to go on a mission.

It's just that I confess I am highly susceptible to people who make me laugh.

Even if they go by Doug. 

"Hey Doug..." I hear that commercial in my head every time I hear that name. 

Which might be more annoying than anything else over a span of time...

So nevermind, Doug. Funny ad, though. Real real funny.

And then the other day, I came across this couple on the youtube. (It's funny to call it THE youtube, okay?)

and then...

I snickered, and then I laughed a few times.

But mostly that's what I'm talking about.

People in love should laugh like that.

Even if the dude is ridiculous. :)

So that's the end of that story.

THE END.

So then here's the P.S.:

This picture is for all the people trying to look for me in General Conference this weekend.

I'm only assigned to the Sunday afternoon session of conference this time.

But I must be there on-call, dressed, music memorized for each session in case someone doesn't show up or something.

So I'll just be there the whole time dressed in a choir robe anyway.

Which is really cool, but probably warm.

I'm joking about stuff, but I really am excited. :) 

I also purposely chose a star to signify my whereabouts rather than a circle or square.

Because stars are just prettier.

And also I think if you're 5'4" and on the back row and standing on a stool to sing on national television, you deserve a star around your face.

But that's just a first world problem, and so that's also why I used a star.