Sometimes it’s the small things that make you laugh hardest and loudest and…let’s be honest here, they get you through the day with your sanity intact.
I was going to blog about friends and how lucky I am to have a few who are dragging me screaming and whimpering through learning how to socialize like a relatively well adjusted human being .
It’s really going well.
And I will blog on this, just not today.
I’m recovering from Zumba and pouting because it kicked my butt. This does not bode well for my starting BeachBody vids tomorrow or my developing a beach body anytime in the near future.
So instead let’s focus on some of the funnier comedy gems that have happened lately because it requires much less thinking and muscle strain on my part.
Watching a coworker lace up his work boots during his morning ritual and-accidentally tie his leg hairs in with them.
He didn’t scream, but that didn’t matter. A screwed up facial grimace is a belly laugh that keeps on giving the whole day through. Especially whenever eye contact is made. But that does make for some funny looks thrown my way. Eh…totally worth it.
Watching a big Ford F-350 ease up behind me at the stop sign and parallel to some ‘I’m so cool with my baggy pants’ teenagers swaggering and slouching their way down the sidewalk.
And then the horn was punched. Except this was a special horn. A train horn, to be specific. Seeing the same kids fall over each other, scrambling to get away, with no signs of coolness whatsoever, made me forget about almost wetting my own pants.
Because all is forgiven in the face of true awesomeness.
This morning at 5 am when I stumble into the car and then turn it on. I was puzzled when I heard the voice. I was awake enough to know it wasn’t my alarm or the radio and that it was emanating from the back seat.
Turning around put me eye ball to eyeball with Hoggle, the wart nosed goblin from Labyrinth, on the screen of Duck’s DVD player. He was whining about not wanting to go into the Bog of Eternal Stench.
Too late pal, you’re already there. 5 am is not the time to scare me as you’ve likely surmised. Better luck next time.
Thanks a ton Duck. Now I have hair standing on end to explain to my boss. Good news though. I won’t need the coffee I spilled down my shirt.