Hello again, dearest readers! Do you like the new summary?
I'm in a good mood. I've been reading "damnyouautocorrect . Com" and it is absolutely hilarious! Under their "best of dyac" section, go to the bottom of page 41 if you want to see the one that made me laugh the hardest. ; -)
Slight warning, though, iPhones are very vulgar.
48: Side of Face
She had developed the rather odd quirk of turning her face whenever she laughed at him. Or, well, she didn't laugh at him. He supposed she could control her mirth better because she turned away.
He didn't mind, not really. He wasn't exactly flattered or pleased that she thought something he'd done or said was so funny she couldn't look at him for fear of laughing, but he appreciated that she was happy and that he could get to see her in profile.
One might think he did that often enough, but that was incorrect. Besides, he'd never turn down a chance to look at her. If she wasn't trying to keep herself under control, she would always angle herself slightly towards him, if not fully. She liked to face him straight on as much as possible, or not at all, turning completely away from him.
She hadn't done that in their adolescence, she had just doubled over laughing. Or something less extravagant. Like pinching her nose closed with the fingers of the hand she also used to cover her smile while she slowly grew a very cheery (cherry) scarlet. He comforted himself, at the time, by thinking about how funny she herself looked (it didn't work, but he didn't want to think about that).
Nevertheless, he had to wonder what was going on when she, throughout dinner, kept turning away at seemingly random intervals to stifle chuckles with very little success.
"What, if I may ask," he started cautiously, getting her attention. "Is so funny?"
She turned to look at him swallowing a troupe of giggles. She opened her mouth, to answer, he presumed, only to snort with laughter instead and doubled over, unable to keep a straight face.
Well, that was informative.
"Really, Riza, what is going on?" he asked, getting rather sulky.
She hiccupped. "Your moustache," she choked out after a while, red as a lobster from ear to ear. "It looks ridiculous!" Then she collapsed again, nearly falling off her chair twice before hurrying out of the room to compose herself, leaving her flabbergasted husband behind.
How could she not appreciate the moustache?
Had to comment on the moustache. XD
I don't know about you, but I grow red as a lobster when I laugh (semi)hard and when it's hot. The latter led to an Italian men yelling at my dad for letting me wander around in heat like that.
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LOL, squirrel meat…
