I’m the kinda woman who finds it hard to contain my delight.
Mind you, I’m often delighted by very simple things. VERY. Simple things. And most times, people don’t often share my amusement.

The other day I was at a party, hovering over the nibbles table.
I exclaim (perhaps a little too loud),

“Bwahaha! Man that’s pretty amazing!”

“What’s pretty amazing?” asks some random guy standing behind me.

“Oh… nevermind”

“Go on. Try me!” I think he was hoping that I’d share a beautiful Amelie moment with him, and that for a spilt second in time, the souls of two strangers would connect over the fruit punch bowl.

“Well… See. This chunky pumpkin hummus dip looks EXACTLY like what came out of my son’s butt this afternoon. And I mean EXACTLY! Same colour, texture and – can you believe it – same smell! Surely such an impressive resemblance deserves some level of astonishment. Ok. Maybe not.”