FUNNY bones

I am only slightly embarrassed to report that last night I watched some guy with a British accent interview two other people with British accents who were, in fact, Prince William and his new fiancée, Kate Middleton. It was a lengthy interview with some ridiculously inane questions, but it was something William kept saying that caught my attention: he repeatedly used the word “giggle.”

I’m surmising that “giggle” is a more common part of the British vernacular than here across the puddle, where it brings to mind pre-adolescent girls. But there he was, the future king of England, saying, “We had a bit of a giggle,” and “We had a good giggle.” It made him sound fun but decidedly un-royal.

Everyone loves a healthy sense of humor (including the future Mrs. William; the prince noted that – joking but sans giggle – “I’m obviously extremely funny, and she loves that.”), especially in a partner. I’m serious – have you read online personals? “Sense of humor required.” And that was just mine. A fine walk along the edge of hysteria gets you through the darkest days – say, November in Vermont – and keeps you going when the world seems at its most precarious.

But those are the times when it can be hard to summon up even a weak chuckle. It’s hard to find the funny when it’s dark out when you wake up and when you get out of work; when it rains four days out of seven and two of the other days are merely cold and overcast; when you’re running late to work and you have to stop and scrape the frost off your car so you can see to drive. When you wake up one day and John Boehner is the new speaker of the House of Representatives. Then, my friends, you just want to crawl back into bed and pull the covers back up over your head.

So here’s to Prince William, who gave me a topic that wasn’t moody, dreary or depressing, and his future bride, who is smart, beautiful and loves a funny guy. I wish them a long, laughing life together.


About Mindy

I am divorced, no kids, working full-time in corporate communications. There are never enough hours in my day, mostly because I insist on hygiene, food, exercise and clean dishes. Really, how do women with kids do it?!?
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