It’ll be alright on the night
Posted by episode81 on January 10, 2010
Every year or so, I start to laugh and …. well, it gets out of hand. Some would call it hysteria. I like to think of it as uncontrollable mirth. That is not to say that I only laugh every year or so! I laugh quite a bit 😀
I often scare people in the card shop when I come across a particularly funny card and start to titter. Last year, I found a really good birthday card with a stork theme that cracked me up. You know who you are 😉
Anywho, I digress …
This morning, I came across the Cake Wrecks blog. It was amusing. And then I came across this post. I laughed so hard that I couldn’t breath. I have no idea why the poorly decorated cake (see left) made me suffer from uncontrollable mirth, but it did. The caption on the following picture – “Jumping poo-streaked gingerbread” – caused near asphyxiation.
I clearly remember the first time I was hit by uncontrollable mirth – I was about 10 years old, helping with the wiping up after dinner. I was putting a knife in the cutlery drawer and I started to laugh…. It took me quite a while to stop, neatly coinciding with the end of the tiresome task of wiping up. Yey!
It appears that much of what makes me prone to uncontrollable mirth isn’t all that funny to others – there’s not too much to laugh at with cutlery. However, when I laugh, others laugh too. So either they see it, or I look like such a boob when I am laughing, they can’t help it. I hope for the former, but fear it’s the latter 😉
Oh, uncontrollable mirth. Never leave me!