"I thought the puddin' was smokin'!" And explodes into hytserics.
Now my mother's laughter is more insidious than many things you will ever come across in your lifetime. You can not help but to join in, even if you haven't the foggiest idea what on Earth you are laughing at. Such was the case here. I lost it. We were both weeping in laughter. I had not a clue one why the puddin' was on fire - or so she thought - or WHAT she was talking about. But damned if it wasn't the funniest thing since Lucy and Ethel's employment fiasco. (And relatedly, when she and I get together, it is always a bit like Lucy and Ethel anyway.)