The past few days, perhaps even nearing a week or two, there has been a substantial change in my funny bone. Something is different, and while I am not sure what this could be, it seems positive, and has lasted for more than an hour or two, so I am claiming it. It's mine. It's brought me to a place I was before. Nearly six months (or possibly much more than that, I fear) has passed since I've felt myself.
Now, for anyone who know me (or at least knows the good part of me), this will be demonstrated by the fact that I have reverted back to a state where I find much more of life fairly random and am given to fits of giggling because it really is ever so ridiculous.
Though I am sure not everyone will get these, and those that do, will probably not understand why I am printing them (perhaps being funny only to myself). The following statements and ideas (or something close to them, since I am not even pretending to use direct quotes) have caused me much joy:
When talking about sending Kenny a singing telegram for his birthday, "man in a chicken suit OK?" is the greatest question one can ask. Being told that said chicken would receive a thrashing for his troubles is an adequate, if not laughable, response.
Telling Shannon that Sundays should not include dinner parties will then degenerate to mumbling (via msn, no less) about how Sundays are for movies and just what the proper placement of butter in a bag of popcorn should be... which then leads to a rant about how other nations should have free refills so that one can send Julie for a refill before the movie starts, but to make sure she doesn't take any money with her, just to see if she can get free butter.
Having spent an entire day (noon to 8 PM) with Carol... with nearly six hours of that day being spent at The Tea Place (much to the dismay of the owners and employees, I am sure). While sitting at the table we have now claimed as our own, we experienced all the flavours of life: philosophical and theological discussions, pie, laughter, tears, discussions and confessions of bodily functions and even a practical demonstration of how dwelling on the topic of broken bones can make a person physically sick.
Waterpark hair.
"Bobbie, I think we are missing a lot of pieces to this puzzle!" (in reference to the 100 piece puzzle... children's puzzle... that we assembled at The Tea Place) We were not missing pieces, by the way, we are just too hasty when we can't make the pieces fit right away.
Big Hair Carol.
Hearing there is a "more efficient way" to fill the princess pez dispensers than how we had been doing it all our lives before.
Windsor salt, old beer commercials and being Canadian.
Ninja skills being discussed as a standard for accepting a man as a potential mate.
Being told by Wayne that it's just like before going to war.
Going to ask Julie a question about a bridesmaid dress and instead being reduced to laughter through tears (when I needed it most).
"If I don't laugh, I'll cry."
Cheese discussions at I.G.A. with Tanya, my only contribution being, "I like provalone." Having Tanya say it, at the same time, being an added bonus.
J.C. text messages from both Brandy and Julie (making my catholic heart guffaw and cringe, all at the same time!).
Travel talk with strangers.
"If you aren't going to show, just say so..." (being called on a most unpleasant character trait and having a good time because of it).
"I will order... one bowl of steamed white rice... oh, I didn't really want that, I was just being an ass."
"Happy Birthday. That is all."
As a side note, I find every person who made an appearance here, whether named or unnamed, remarkable.
