Unfunny ain't funny

I'll spare you the apologies for the lack of blogging. But I'll give you an un-prompted reason.

I just don't feel that funny.

I could wax poetic about family. I could zing you with the gaping holes in our health care system. I could tell you all why we should all live healthier, more engaged lives.

But what's funny about that?

I was beginning to think the funny had just gone by way of the dodo.

But then...

I did what I always tell other to do - I took a deep breath and I looked around.

Funny is everywhere.

It's my friend CR calling a Styrofoam-cup-turned-paint-bucket "the cat's ass".

It's my friend DC telling a co-worker we just catered in an afternoon snack of "cheeses, biscuits and crackers from foreign lands".

It's saying to my friend, CT, "Oh, wasn't he a soma lier?" and her answering "No, I don't think he was African."

It's my dad wearing a "ROCKSTAR" t-shirt.

It's the open-mic night guy saying he was gonna play some "old stuff from the 90s".

It's learning that F.U.D. stands for female urination device (would that I'd discovered that on the Pine River!)

It's teaching my niece last week... "Fi, what's a pirate say?"... "Arrrrg"

So, even in my semi-somber state. I've laughed pretty frickin' hard. Maybe that's all we can aspire to. And I'll tell you, that's not a bad aspiration.