mirth Soma This weekend I chose an experiment. Every single time my love came down the stairs – to get a snack or just say hello as we worked in our separate zones— I stopped what I was working on and stared at them and smiled the biggest, most mischievous smile possible. Inevitable, they would say, "what. What? What!!??" and chuckle out of confusion. Then I would laugh, because I had gotten them. And I would continue to laugh, in the most unhinged fashion, finding anything humorous to latch onto to keep me going. The very knowledge of my secret test. The sound of my unhinged laughter. The bewildered happy confusion in their face. The way they don't know what to do about the fact I'm only cackling with glee in response to all their questions. It all only drives me to laugh harder. Each time, eventually, they give up, and I follow them to the bottom of the stairs, chortling and laughing and trying to catch my breath because I've been laughing long enough and hard enough that I'm in stitches. "You're such a WEIRDO!" they shout from the top of the stairs, looking down at me, the confusion and minor frustration of me having won whatever weird game I'm playing apparent in their voice. I only cackle triumphantly in reply. 240115 what's it to you? who go blather from