Have I mentioned that it’s more common here to use “giggle” as noun than the American preference for verb? I kind of love it. There is nothing like being at some boozy party with friends and an impossibly cute British twentysomething girlfriend says it would be great to all get together soon for a giggle. We totally should.
I don’t know how often I laugh out loud. I worry it’s not as much as I think. I am stingy like that. I am one of those anoying people who is more likely to say “that’s hilarious” with a stone cold serious facial expression, than to actually -laugh-.
But sometimes I have a right old giggle to myself.
The other day I was walking down a street in the ‘hood and saw this sign:
Oh lord, thank you for letting me live here and for my new vocabulary. Later on I said to our British childminder:
Melissa, what is hooting?
Hooting. Like involving cars.
Oh! Yeah hooting- you know, it’s when you pip the horn.
A couple of weekends ago we were just lazing around when all of a sudden we heard a protest right outside our building. So exciting! Bryan managed to somehow see out some hairline crack in the plastic sheeting wrapping our building and informed me it was a group of women, some with children. A protest involving women and children?? I.AM.THERE. I sprinted downstairs to check it out.
There is nothing like waking up to a boobs march outside your window.
My older brother, Josh, is one of two of the best uncles in the universe. No offense to all your brothers and uncles. When it snowed in the Northwest US last week, he set up Skype so Jonah could watch a real-time building of a snowman in Seattle. I laughed out loud. See, I am not so miserly after all.
Snow, please come to London.
Finally, this 100% made me laugh out loud: Parents: Don’t Put Any Goddamn Candy In The Goodie Bag. Thank you Carrie and Sarah for sending it to me- for being one of six blog readers and therefore knowing exactly what I would like.