"I'm at my lowest weight that scale has ever had me at."
KC: "What do you mean, 'boom'?"
ME: "I mean that's getting blown apart in mere moments!"
Sunday I got involved in a FB discussion that brought up my total inability to deal with or comprehend people with no sense of humor. It all started when a friend put up a meme about
I am not good with people who can't at least just scroll away from a joke. I was raised to find things funny. One of my fondest childhood memories was my Mom's total inability not to laugh at her own farts. She'd sneak one out and try to keep it to herself. But as soon as the smell hit her nose, her belly would "shake like a bowlful of jelly", and the proverbial $#!t-eating grin would curl her mouth. My sister would look up, scream something along the lines of, "Scatter!", and we would do just that as Mom's dammed up laughter burst out.
I used to work as a security guard at
I have no inkling how one is raised to be this way, and really don't understand how someone could live their life like that. There was another guy whom I used to engage in FB "discussions" with, that had a similar take. He told me, "I have a very good sense of humor. In fact, my wife and I write for screenplays."
Now I understand why, with the possible exception of The Big Bang Theory, there's nothing out there that can get me to laugh more than 3 times in a half-hour. It's all too highbrow for my
And now, Monday pictures...
|Except for this one from Sunday, the blue jay who said, "Let me serenade you..."|
|Scrappy investigating the Green Hole..|
|...seasonally adjusted to brown.|
|It's a bit hazy today... I wouldn't be a bit surprise if we get that freezing fog tonight!|
|Checking out the mud flats|
|I wasn't intending to climb down there... somebody PULLED me down...|
|The highlight of his walk- the moles must have been close to the surface. He ran in circles, nose in overdrive, his tail but a blur.|