I was sitting here in Starbucks debating whether or not I could justify spending money on a second cup of overpriced coffee. My rationale was that I was finally getting some work done, and if I bought another cup of expensive coffee, perhaps I’d stay long enough to knock a few more things off my ”To DO” list.
But right now I’ve stopped working and am writing this blog because my train of thought was derailed by two young woman sitting on the other side of the room. They are laughing their heads off (at least I WISH they were….maybe that would shut them up for a minute…..) Herein lies the hypocrisy.
I am a huge proponent of laughter. I really believe that we (as adult humans) do not laugh nearly as much as we should/could. I’ve written blogs about it, attended Humor Conferences, and often considered as a vocation acting as a humor consumer advocate between the general public and the medical community at large. I realize the health benefits of humor and the emotional bonding that takes place over a good laugh. But right now, these two hyenas are pissing me off. Laughing is good, but is screeching really necessary? And the snorting? I personally think it’s fabricated.
Did you ever notice how when someone is really laughing hard, it’s difficult not to laugh along with them? It’s usually a contagious condition. In this case I’m looking around……NO ONE ELSE is finding this funny. In fact, I think that their “fun” is ruining most everyone else’s mood.
In my opinion, these two young women are simply seeking attention. And they seem to be getting it. I’m expecting that any minute the one sitting with her back to me may spontaneously burst into flames from the burning glare I have focused on the back of her head.
Excuse me, has anyone seen my sense of humor? Maybe I left it in the car. I feel a little guilty being so upset about something that I generally promote as a good and healthy thing. But wait a minute…….
Lifting weights can be good for you, but that doesn’t mean it’s OK for you to drop the weight on my toe in between reps……I’m quite certain that those two young women left with more T-Cells than when they arrived (unless they were feigning hysteria), but I wish they would have kept their health regime (i.e. laughing ) a bit more to themselves.
I’m either coming down with something or I’m going to have to remember this the next time I’m laughing my ass off in public.



I knew that if I could be patient we would eventually find each other. And we did. He’s perfect. Sensitive, funny, super smart and ADORABLE…… Everyone agrees he’s one of the nicest people they’ve ever met. He writes, he loves to dance, and sings with a voice of liquid gold. Top that all off with a smile that could light up Broadway. Oh, yes…….I AM GOING TO MARRY THIS MAN…..
It was early Monday morning. I was on my way home from taking my son back to his college after a long weekend visit when I saw it up ahead. The spot check. State police and their cars blocking the road. At first I thought perhaps there was madman on the loose and they were going to check my trunk to see if I was harboring a fugitive. (Though I would like to have a relationship someday, I am not yet at the point of stuffing a man in my trunk to have one.) I became immediately concerned about the possibility of them actually looking in my trunk, knowing the embarrassment I would feel as they rummaged through (among other things) a bright pink bedpan, a fairy wand, and a No Parking sign.
I’m thinking of filming my own reality TV show. If Tommy Lee Goes to College and Hogan Knows Best can make it onto the screen, I can’t imagine that there isn’t room enough for my show. And it wouldn’t require anything other than a tripod and a camera.
It has come to my attention that November is National Novel Writing Month (thanks Debra Reflecting
I just renewed my health insurance.