Laugh out loud.

Just yesterday I was lamenting to myself that I don't laugh as much as I used to. I guess because the older girls have moved out and I'm pretty much alone with the Boo. Who is certainly cultivating the family sense of humor, but you know, she's nine. ROFLMAO just doesn't happen too often when there's no one to laugh with. I have always claimed that it was my lifetime of raucous, unrestrained laughter that kept me both young-looking and feeling and I may not have been far off the money. For the first time in my life I feel my age and I don't feel healthy...

But today something made me laugh out loud. Alone. In my car.

There was a car in front of me with not one, but three of these on its back window:



I'm not sure what struck me as so funny about them, but I literally barked out loud with laughter and continued to laugh until I got to 434 and then smiled while musing about it the rest of the way home.

SARAH! SARAH!! SARAH!!!!!

sheesh...

There was a day when such a sight would have made me depressed or perhaps even angry. Seems like a pretty empty, vacant threat now, though. Still, for the life of me, I can't understand what would make a person not just tolerate this woman as their prospective VP, but LOVE her. What the fuck for? Might as well be REBA! (No offense to Reba, whose political acuity I know very little about.)

But anyway, it felt good to laugh. I need laughter back in my life.