Chuckles

I was a very somber baby. Very serious. My sisters would have competitions to see who could make me crack a smile first. My friends think this is so hilarious because, as a very pretty, witty and well-adjusted adult, there’s pretty much nothing I won’t do to make them laugh.

Still, for the most part I am that very somber baby while facing my computer screen and it’s not every day the Interweb makes me giggle out loud, one hand clasped over my mouth to stifle the good chortle until I remember I work from home now and in space no one can hear you scream. Or laugh. Or see you eat an entire tub of feta cheese with your hands.

With that, I give you three things that made me laugh this week.

First up- witness what happens when a grown man mentions needing an adult onesie on his blog, the very same blog his mother reads. Also, if stay-at-home dad musings are your porn, you’re going to thank me for sharing Sweet Juniper.

The always delightful Mindy Kaling (Kelly from “The Office”) in Marie Claire, via MSN.com Lifestyle. Sent to me from my brother, of all heterosexual male things. I’m just going to do a little C&P on the first few paragraphs because they made me choke on my breakfast.

Here’s a true story about me: I keep a plastic bottle of water near my bed at night so I can stay hydrated. Hydration is the key to great skin and being thin and lots of life’s other happinesses, according to the many, many women’s health magazines I subscribe to.

So, one night, I drank a big gulp of water from my water bottle, turned off the light, and went to sleep, very pleased with myself.

In the middle of the night, I heard a gunshot and immediately peed my pants. Well, to be accurate, I peed my pajamas. For those of you who haven’t had the experience of peeing yourself, it’s not just for children and the elderly. It can happen to anyone who is terrified and thinks that they will be murdered shortly.

Well, it wasn’t a gunshot. It was an indentation in my plastic water bottle un-indenting itself, loudly. It made a loud, plastic-y crack,, which I mistook for a gunshot. When I realized this, I felt relief … then a deep foolishness.

Living alone is hard.

Read the rest here.

And, finally, a recent post from The Bloggess, who I adore even if she seems to have started this slightly annoying endearing trend where people are crossing out words (see what I did there?).

I know, I know- this is shocking. At Creme, we rarely give a nod to The Big Guns, if only because we believe it’s the smaller, boutique blogs toiling away that need the most love and support. Still, a laugh is a laugh and you deserve a laugh. I recommend you start with  “A letter to my very anal husband who is asleep in the other room.”

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2 Responses to Chuckles

  1. Caitlin says:

    well i didn’t see the water bottle un-indenting itself coming at all, and i burst out laughing and i’m glad i’m at home and not at work so only my boyfriend can look at me like i’m insane.

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