Updated below with some Flat Stanleys!
When something tickles my funnybone in the blogosphere, I'll leave a hee-hee-hee comment. For some reason I've decided that three "hees" are the perfect amount of "hees." Others may feel two "hees" would be perfectly fine. But I tend to be gabby, hence, I'm sticking with three.
I've never tee-hee'd in a comment thread. And I've never hee-hee-hee'd in my whole real life.
When I was a kid people described my laugh like a machine gun or woody woodpecker. How sad! But, over the years that description has changed.
When I get together with my best friend (we normally don't see each other for years at a time), within 15 minutes she'll say, "There's the cackle!"
What an unfortunate description. Dictionary.com defines cackle:
To make the shrill cry characteristic of a hen after laying an egg.
If it wasn't one of my defining characteristics that my friends seem to enjoy about me, the whole thought of it would make me cry. And that's another thing. My cackle tends to morph quickly into silent laughter as tears flow down my face.
On Saturday night I got together with a group of girls I used to work with. And within 15 minutes I'm running around my friend's kitchen trying to find a tissue.
Had to do with a story about something called a Slap Stanley. Thank God for waterproof mascara.
I just got an email from one of the girls I saw Saturday night. She's single and we talked her into posting a profile on an Internet dating site. So, she wrote to give me an update.
Isn't it funny that we don't see each other for years but when we get together it's like right where we left off? I miss your laugh.
Maybe this Internet site thing will work. Maybe I'll meet Mr. Right instead of Mr. Asshole, Mr. Right Now or Mr. Me Me Me, It's All About Me!!
I just love her sense of humor. She's the best. Hee-hee-hee.
Updated: I've been corrected. It's not a Slap Stanley. It's a Flat Stanley. From the cryptic information I've received about this Flat Stanely fellow, I think this is what it is. A child sends you a "Flat Whatever" -- If the child's name is "Joe," they would send you a Flat Joe. In this case my friend received this from a child named Stanley.
The person who receives it has to take it around and photograph it in different places and then write a report about it and return the photos and report to the child.
Here's Flat Stanley at a Japanese restaurant, Whetstone Park, a landmark in Upper Arlington and an Ad Agency.
My friend said she can't wait to get rid of him. I have no idea why! Seeing she has three kids under the age of 5! What else does she have to do? Hee-hee-hee.