happiness and hilarity, chicken feet edition

happiness is:
a giant burger on a buttered, toasted bun, eaten after you devoured the best chicken masala ever.  yes, that is two western foods in one day.

hilarity is:
being hit with shock at a twelve dollar price for two giant cheeseburgers, fries and two sodas.  i'm going to die when we go back to america.

happiness is:
the serenity of an ipod of song shuffle, a self imposed no skipping songs rule, and a working air conditioner on a bus.

hilarity is:
seeing a woman on a moto drive by with a chicken foot tied to her handlebar, only to see the same exact sight not an hour later. same woman, same chicken foot? different woman, different chicken foot? i'll never know.

happiness is:
an amazing husband whom i love even more every day.

hilarity is:
explaining your one weakness- mainly, having no willpower- and using it as an excuse for why you most certainly DO get to eat one of the two snickers that have been in the fridge for two weeks, but he most certainly does NOT get to eat any chocolate that belongs to you.  laughing about it, telling him your joking, only to go home and eat his hershey's with almond.  sorry husband!

happiness is...hilarity is

happiness is:
realizing, for the one hundred and seventieth time, how lucky you are to have a shower.

really, that's it.

also, that maybe you've lived in your site for nearly five months, or one hundred and seventy days, already?

hilarity is:
have such an incredibly sore bum because you fell not once, but twice, in three days while getting out of the shower.

not only, but also suffering the humiliation that is your husband opening the bathroom door to see you sprawled, naked, trying not to cry because you fell really hard on your behind and it's embarrassing, hilarious and painful all in one.

happiness is:
your husband taking your challenge of "use some of these spice packets we got sent to us, yo!" to make three most delicious meal parts, one involved rendered pork fat making the most delicious green beans and carrots you've had these past seven months.

hilarity is:
wondering why you can't seem to get any of that delicious food in your mouth and then realizing that it's really happened:

you've forgotten how to use a fork and will now require a spoon for the rest of your meals forthwith.

happiness is:
planning your upcoming trip to vietnam with your husband and getting excited about train rides on soft sleeping berths and canyoning trips.

hilarity is:
getting irrationally angry at your husband because he asked you to help him plan it, when really you were trying to be all "go with the flow" for this trip and let HIM plan it, only to realize you've been pouting and maybe a bit mean when you actually wrote "plan vietnam trip" in your planner last monday and maybe you need some chocolate because your period is making you a bit crazy?

happiness is:
waking up to a gorgeous, sunny day.

hilarity is:
realizing that what was a gorgeous, sunny day to you was actually an eighty-nine degree with seventy percent humidity day.

and that's how you know that you've either a) adjusted to a new, drastically different climate or b) simply stopped trying to care about how much you sweat.

what's your happiness and hilarity for this week?

happiness/hilarity is:

happiness is:

.a cold coca light.

.a cold coca regular, for that matter.

.a cold coca anything inside a mason jar.

hilarity is:

.being amazed by things like GLASS JARS.

happiness is:

.the satisfying sound of a mosquito getting electrified to death on my orange and purple mosquito racket.

.impressing ten young children with your khmer writing skills- no matter that you had to look up every single word before you wrote it.

.a long email from a good friend.

.one of your trainees confiding in you between classes.

.mascara.

(.even when everything else is sweaty, mascara is wonderful.)

.going to school with your hair down and coming home two hours later with it STILL down.

.the simplicity and brilliance of mundane tasks like labeling library books.

hilarity is:

.labeling 'see spot run' books "fiction-intermediate" with the volunteer librarian because she doesn't know any english and can't discern the difference and i don't know enough khmer to explain clearly.

happiness is:

.reading three really good books in one week.

hilarity is:

.having time to read three books in one week because classes have been cancelled for (going on) three weeks now. 

happiness is:

.michael c. hall.

hilarity is:

.apologizing to your best friend waitress at a local restaurant when you offer her some fry sauce to try, and making her puke because she hates it, and then being forgiven, though maybe feeling slightly vindicated about hating durian?

.even better, that said restaurant has been dubbed the 'not brothel' by pcvs because it, in fact, is not a brothel.

(but the place next door is.  perhaps.)

have you any happiness or hilarity for hump day?