when I was just a tiny tyke, my parents use to get their daily laughs from my random actions of silliness. Apparently, I was quite the quirky character. But honestly, what little kid doesn't a possess a little spunk? There has to be another kid out there that claimed a restaurant railing as their pooping ground, sang Itsy Bitsy Spider using their spaghetti as a prop, and mistook the venture to Cedar Rapids as a roadtrip to "see the rabbits". We all have our baby stories. And mine always ended with the word hpmh...
You must know what I'm talking about. Hmph is that quaint, pouty grunt that people often make when they don't get their way or feel utterly ridiculous about something. It's a way of relieving the building pressure of frustration without going into full-on tantrum mode. I, for one, was a master of the hmph...and unfortunately for my child-sized self, the hmph only fueled my parents laughter, infuriating me more.
Eventually, however, this laughter and the hmph linked happily forever. Whenever a hmph comes around, my anger dissapates to giggles, and I can laugh at myself (along with the others around me, of course).
This page will be consist of little bits of this, and little bits of that, but I think you can always on it for a hmph of laughter.
