You’re awesome!
Also awesome: every so often, there’s a long period of silence next door followed by a male voice bellowing “BOO!” and a female voice shrieking and giggling. I love these invisible people.
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You’re awesome!
Also awesome: every so often, there’s a long period of silence next door followed by a male voice bellowing “BOO!” and a female voice shrieking and giggling. I love these invisible people.
BOO!
EEEEAUGH! keeheeheeheeheekeehee!
Oh course, these neighbors (whom I have seen only once, on a fine bright morning when a photographer posed them on the front stoop in their wedding finery) no doubt roll their eyes as they cook dinner to the filtered squeals of laughter from our bedroom, my piercing “No tickle! No tickle!,” the muffled tones of The Fella’s “I didn’t mean to” and my giggling “No feet! No armpits! No pits!”
It’s urban intimacy: knowing the most personal aspects of a stranger’s life, but not their names or faces.
“No tickle! No tickle!” I’m always saying that, but “No pits!” is by far the best.
To clarify: “no pits!” is a stricter injunction than “no armpits!,” as it prohibits not only tickling of the armpits, but also tickling of the elbowpits, kneepits, sole-of-footpits, and any other pits that may present themselves.