I'm a laugher - just a silly girl. Some of the oddest things will cause me to bubble up with laughter. Here are some funny things that happened just yesterday.
Sometimes Toby and I picnic at Halliburton Park on his lunch hour. I bring a picnic, and we walk the walking trail after we eat. Yesterday, we had planned to hit some balls on the golf range. It had been awhile since we had done this, and we had to dust the golf clubs free of cobwebs. Both Toby and I took a handful of quarters to get a bucket of balls from the ball machine. Unfortunately, the machine has been changed from taking change to taking only dollar bills. Neither of us had a dollar, but I went back to the car for my purse. After digging through my purse (full of quarters) I found one dollar - soft and well crumpled. Toby and I stood there trying to force feed the machine, but it kept spitting our dollar back out. He would smooth the bill, press its corners down, but still, it would not take the dollar. For some reason, every time the dollar came back out, it made me laugh. It just felt ridiculous to only have one dollar between us and that dollar so worthless. We finally found someone to trade us for a better bill. Then the machine only gave us about 20 balls - we split them, hit them, and went for a walk on the trail.
Later in the day, Toby was mowing the yard as I came from the barn where I had been re-covering another chair.
From the lawnmower, Toby was motioning and pointing at something. I know American Sign Language, but I don't always know Toby Sign Language. After much arm waving, I figured out that he wanted me to pick up something in the yard so he could mow. On closer inspection, I found a dead armadillo, but it just made me laugh. 'Cause I know the old "finder's keepers" rule worked here. He found it first, so he got to move it. Besides, there is no way I was moving that dead dillo - not without huge compensation. I don't think Toby was willing to pay the price. It also made me laugh to think that having a Great Dane, like Zoe Dog, is fun, but we pay with dead critters in the yard - which Toby had to cart off.
On the way to church yesterday evening, Toby passed by a new road-side stand selling food and shaved ice. He read one of the signs, "Pot, Burgers, and Gloves." Wait! That can't be right! So I quizzed him. "Did you say Pot?"
Toby: No, I said poP.
Me: That makes more sense. Did you say gloves?
Toby: No, I said love.
Me: Love? That makes no sense either!
This getting old and hard-of-hearing can be funny stuff. I laughed all the way to church.
Of course that was not the only thing tickling my funny bone on the way to church. Toby had his usual NPR playing opera music. All I could think of was Bugs Bunny. This was the opera on NPR - And yes, I did wave my hands along with the music: