Every once in awhile my wife comes out of the bathroom with her white facial mask on. It has become a tradition to try and make her laugh because,while the mask is on, you're not supposed to screw your face into a grin, smile, smirk, laugh, or any other kind of expression. She looks as though she's attending a funeral.
Tonight she looked particularly Marcel Marceau-ish.
"Hey hon, can you moon walk against the wind?"
She says "STOP!" through her clenched teeth.
"Hey, how about leaning against an invisible wall?"
"Pick petals off a flower."
I keep it up until her death masque starts to crack and a smile squeaks through. "Barryyy!"
Later, she washes the facial mask off and becomes the woman who people will ask if Noelle and Abby are her sister's.
I recently went back to wearing contacts lenses and without my glasses, I look like there's a bunch of tent caterpillars camped under my eyes. Maybe I should try the mask treatment.