I've been known to snort on occasion.
But something happens to me when I get nervous...
My chortle is replaced with a Betty Rubble teeter.
I can hear myself, but am powerless to stop myself.
Making important phone calls fills me with dread.
High-pressure face to face appointments are torture.
Like going to have our taxes done...
Which we just did.
"MhmHmHmHmHm."
Gack.
I suspect it may be genetic.
My Mom and my sister Ann are also afflicted.
So far, Sweetums doesn't appear to have inherited the Rubble blood.
She laughs like Snoopy.
I get that giggle when I'm nervous! I remember my kids getting their vaccinations and I would be giggling. I felt like such an idiot!
ReplyDeleteI think you need to post a video/audio with that teeter. I am having a hard time hearing it.
ReplyDeletelol…and hey, snoopy is cute (but he laughed?? i thought he was silent)
ReplyDeleteMy kids always make fun of me because I laugh when I'm trying to give someone "what for"...I don't sound mean at all...just goofy!
ReplyDeleteHaha, love it.
ReplyDeleteYou can't listen to Snoopy laugh and not start laughing yourself.
ReplyDeleteTell Sweetums I finally finished my own hat to go with my scarf. I'll send her a picture of me in it. But when I'm not so tired. I don't look like my usual pretty self tonight. *cue Snoopy laughing and falling off his chair again*
Love Snoopy's laugh. So contagious.
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