It's pretty well documented here that much like Mary Poppins' Uncle Albert, I do love to laugh! And I seem to find chuckle worthy things everywhere I look. Please understand, I am not seeking them out, amusing things just seem to surround me!
Like this tag I found inside a recent purchase. It reads (and this is an exact quote):
"All Products are meticulously designed in San Francisco by candlelight under the celestial full moon. We carefully packaged your item and transported it by a motorized, floating cablecar across the Pacific ocean to your doorstep. By the time you order your next item, we will have a hand-sewn banner with your name flown by drone alongside the golden gate bridge at sunset as commemoration or our thanks for being a Happy Cable in the Bay customer."
Holy cats! When I found that little tag of course, I read it. Then I read it a second time and then a third while laying on the sofa laughing so hard I cried and my face hurt. It's just so wonderful ridiculous. I love it when a company does not take themselves so seriously. I don't even remember what it was that was purchased from this company, but based on their attitude alone, I was absolutely buy from them again!
It isn't always something I see. Sometimes, it's something I hear. A funny story perhaps?
Joy and I were sitting in a McDonalds recently after a nice hike just chatting about this'n'that. Then she told me about something that happened to she and Bob recently that made me laugh so hard that my sides hurt. She was laughing so hard she was finding it hard to breath, and I'm such an awful person, that just made me laugh harder! We made spectacles of ourselves, laughing and crying by turns, unable to hold our hilarity down to a quiet giggle. People around us began to stare (and smile - it's hard to not smile when watching someone else laugh) and that just made me laugh more. It was awesome.
I saw a couple of things that just tickled my funny bone over the weekend. Here you go:
The first thing was absolutely just a moment of serendipity. Tim and I were out over the weekend just having a nice drive. No particular destination in mind. We refer to it as going out on an explore. Every time we come to an intersection of any sort, we take turns deciding, left, right or straight. We never know where we are going to end up. Well, at some point suddenly we were on THIS street:
I believe I said something like, "Oh my God, it DOES exist! Look at this, we are literally ON Sesame Street" and then of course the Sesame Street theme song played in my head for a few hours. But I still laughed about this for quite some time.
And in fact, I think I was still giggling to myself about having been on Sesame street (with no sightings of Bert or Ernie sadly) when we drove past a building with a large sign that said, "Gator Hobbies".
Naturally I read it out loud. And then said to Tim, "Who knew? Gator's have hobbies! What do you suppose their hobbies are?" Thus cracking myself up!~ Tim and I threw out possible ideas of what gator hobbies could be for awhile and that giggling brought us all the way back home.
Oh wait, I thought of another one that happened over the weekend. My eyes felt a little dry so I make the excellent decision to use some eye drops. I'm not especially talented at putting eye drops in although I've improved since my cataract surgery last year when I was forced to nearly drown my eyes multiple times a day with various drops. Still, I have to struggle against in wicked strong natural protective Slam It Shut Tight auto-reaction to anything coming at my eyes, even things that are good for it, like eyedrops. So in the course of my eyedrop battle, I had drops running down my cheeks, in my hair and my ears and then, by the time I was finally successful, I realized that I had somehow managed to get eyedrops up my nose. I cracked myself up once again. And as I mopped myself up I said outloud to my reflection in the mirror, "Only you, Sam, only you". HAHAHAHAHA
I think my kids are a riot. They never fail to make me laugh. Every time we see each other, every phone call, every text message, every email, every Skype call, at some point I will be laughing like a lunatic because these guys are just so damned funny! I'm not positive but I think it's their goal, with every contact to get at least a giggle out of me. It works too.
My sister and I can make each other laugh so hard that we have to leave the room, separately, to pull ourselves together. And then once under control, if we even look at each other again too quickly, the giggling will start all over again.
All of my friends are crack-me-up funny. My friends are all people who not only make me laugh, but also people who laugh easily, people who find the world around them silly. I guess I'm drawn to that. I know that I take the concept of a "sense of humour' probably too far because I find almost everything funny, but I can't help it. It's just how I was built!
Of course there is one person who makes me laugh every single day. In fact, I think it's one of the reasons I married him. How could I not love someone who loves to make me laugh? It was a trick question, people. I had no choice. He can make me laugh without even looking at me. He can make me laugh with one single syllable, one gesture, one knowing look. And when he laughs...it is the best sound in the world!
Yup, this is me. Some people said, "Sam, you should write a Blog". "Well, there's a thought", I thought to myself. And so here it is.