In Which I Break The Adorable Alma Stoller

My god, this woman laughs cuter than anyone I’ve ever seen ever in life. I did not mean to break her. Truly.
The back story:  At dinner one night, I’m telling about the way I used to dress, about the 50 dresses I made when I subbed. One of these (all from the same pattern:  long, loose, with huge pockets = offended the kids mightily, with the sheer hippie-ness of them all) was red with a print of black-and-white cows. A kid named Spencer in a 9th-grade honors history class, one of those Entitled Kids who think they’re cooler than anything, tried to embarrass me. He asked, “Hey, Ms. Freeman-Zachery, you’re all cowed out! Where’d you get that cow dress?” Everybody is snickering in anticipation.
I looked at him and said, “This? Your momma gave it to me.”
This struck Alma as just the teeniest bit funny. Here’s a mere fragment of it—at one point she had to get up and walk around and hang onto the dining room furniture.

Isn’t she adorable?