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On Laughing

I have enough of a quirky sense of humor that I appreciate shenanigans and a little light mischief. I don't want anyone to get hurt or for things to break, but if there's a laugh to be had after an impish grin, I'm usually in. Heck, one of the reasons I like being around little kids is that they tend to do this sort of thing naturally. One might, hypothetically speaking, jump on sofa cushions that he's not supposed to. It's all pretty amusing to me.

I've known this about myself for a while, but the Mild Wife has had enough time to experience it to intuitively understand when my sense of mischief is about to kick in. What's more, since she experiences this as a spectator, she can notice little tells that I've never really noticed myself. Specifically, there is a little giggle/laugh thing I do that tips her off that some shenanigans are about to go down. It surprised me when she mentioned it, but it also made me crack up that I giggle to myself about the impending goofiness.

On more than one occasion, I have been looking at a laptop screen or otherwise dreaming up a scheme when the Mild Wife has called out, "what are you doing over there?" Occasionally, there is also an "oh, Lawd ..." that gets mixed in, because, again, she knows something goofy is coming. It never ceases to crack me up.

You want to know the best part? We were talking about it, and the Mild Wife suddenly had the epiphany that my giggle reminded her of something: the Pillsbury Doughboy laugh. I don't think it's a perfect one-to-one match, but the fact that one of my mannerisms is being compared to the Pillsbury Doughboy at all makes the whole thing even funnier to me. I laugh like he does when I'm about to engage in shenanigans.

Given this information, I either need to engage in more shenanigans or cut way back. I'm still trying to decide on which is the right course of action.
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