Over a Bowl of Breakfast

Not even selling my scuba gear today compares to laughing with Andrea. While I was sitting down getting ready to eat my highly desired breakfast—one that I crave daily—Andrea called me to chit the chat. We went deep, resurfaced, swam a couple lengths of the verbal pool, and laughed. Why is everything she says so funny? I think it's because her comedic reputation adds weight to her hilarity (noun: boisterous merriment or laughter).

[My ever coveted breakfast. (There is in fact granola under there.) The only thing it lacked was peanut butter . . .]