Chirky

There was nothing funny about it. I was just minding my business, writing an
email to my husband. Suddenly, I heard a clank, pop, clank clank, squeak, pop,
clank! In the reflection of my computer, I could see out the window.

I started giggling. Uncontrollably. This is a portion of my email to Roger, when
I first heard the noise:

"omyigosh. this is sos excicting. i can barely type!!!
the window washers are here, slamming against my window and wiashing it. i am
staring at them in the reflection of my computer screen.
heeheee. i want ot giggle!
but i have to hold it in!"

I stopped at that point, realizing that I could not hold my giggles in. I turned
around and watched the men washing my window, trying not to let them in on the
fact that I was laughing. For no reason. Because they were washing my windows.
Which is technically a reason, but not a good one.

As soon as they dropped below my line of vision, I was able to recompose myself.
If only we had window washers EVERY DAY!!!