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human nature, genetic inadequacies and hormonal imbalances wreak havoc.

Thursday, August 16, 2012

Just call me Giggles...

Was watching that, chuckling, thinking wha? Good thing that in life, you don't have to wait 'til the very end to laugh. (And I did Gandalf I did.) My thoughts and a virtual box of chocolate covered marshmallow cookies to Harvey over at Bad Example, wherefrom I got that video.

Laughing feels good. Hadn't really thought much on that before this year. Funny yesterday when I watched that the first time I was thinking about laughing so hard that you could die. Is that even possible? Well, yeah... I guess... heart attack or asphyxiation. This got me to thinking about the things that make me laugh.

I was quite sure I posted that here before, so I went rooting around but couldn't find it. Now that I've had time to think about it, it sort of makes me wistful for that one fluffy thing that I can't have.

Oh... just call me Giggles. (Curtsy to the Borderline Sociopathic Blog for Boys for that one.)

(Considering where I've been lately in my head, this may be a momentary fit of madness. I'm not sure.)


DaveO said...

Brave Blogger,

I appoint you Royal High Killer of the Giant!

Spockgirl said...

Didst I slay it or merely stun it?