I admit, I often find myself laughing to myself about myself. Mostly obscure thoughts I've had, like slapping a large woman's butt when she bends down in front of me at the grocery store. "Move it, Ol Bessy," I think to myself," your butt is blocking the entire isle." Cracks me up. Not that I can't get by her McDonald's endorsed rump, but that I am actually resisting the urge to spank a complete stranger.
I'm so rude.
Does anyone else have thoughts like this?
Here's another:
A bratty little girl was mouthing off to her mother by a fountain. She was bending over the edge, trying to get the pennies at the bottom. I wondered if I'd be doing her mother a favor if I bumped her daughter right in the water. She was teetering anyway... the wind might just pick up suddenly. The thought of this little wretch soaking wet and in the fountain made me start laughing. And when the mother glanced up at me to see what was so funny, I had to pretend it was own children who were just over joying me.
This made me laugh at myself even harder. Jude didn't know what was so funny and Rocky just went along with it. Poor kids!
So, the next time you see me, if I begin to break out in laughter and you can't figure out why... know that it's a crazy, twisted mind.
And if you happen to ever come visit me at a home, I'll be the one they've put in the corner because I just couldn't stop giggling to myself.
