Giggles

This is what Kevin calls me when I start laughing about something - generally, it makes me laugh harder.

Tonight, in our effort to find new food around us (since we are sans kitchen), we had dinner at Boston Market in Norristown. We never go there, but we will add it to our repertoire from now on since we were reminded of how much we like it.

The giggles came when Kevin was dumping our tray in the trash. As he did so, his gloves fell on the floor and I leaned over to pick them up, almost taking a stray cup in the eye. I made a comment like, "whoa, that was almost an eyecup," which reminded me of something my dad told us when we were younger, a silly joke that kids play on each other.

"How do you spell icup?"
"I-C-U-P"
(hilarious giggling, red faces and mouth covering ensues)

So I said to Kevin - "hey, spell that!" To which he replied, "What?" I started laughing to myself, and aloud, repeating "Spell it!" as I jumped around in the restaurant and parking lot on the way out to the car. At some point, he caught on to the joke, also remembering it from his youth, and said something like, "I haven't heard that since I was 12!" which made me laugh even harder.

This transcended the "Giggles" nickname - I was short of breath, tears streaming down my face, hysterical laughing. I could not stop. My stomach was cramping up and I was making little squealing noises with my mouth closed. It was not a pretty sight, but it sure felt good. Whew.

And for my next trick..."Do you have Prince Albert in a can?"