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.)