Sometimes when things are very very wrong and NOT AT ALL funny, I get an overwhelming urge to laugh. This can be a curse, people. Binky has been mad at me on many occasions because of my inappropriate laughter problem. I try to at least be quiet with it and I hope to supress it enough that people don't know I am laughing at someone's tragedy, because I know how obnoxious it is and I am offended by my own behavior, but there are times when the giggle box gets turned over at the very wrongest time.
I don't even want to give examples, because it's so wrong to laugh at some of this stuff. So let's just say sometimes I laugh inappropriately, but I mean no harm. Sometimes I'm terribly sad and still something about it trips my trigger. It must be that your grief and giggle sensors are close together in the brain or something. I have giggled with tears shooting out of my eyes. I'm a sick little monkey.
I did it today and I'm ashamed of myself. Maybe I'll fess up later. Can't do it right now.
OK - what else do I know? I love that song "This Love" by Maroon 5. If you don't know it, you should immediately download it off the net. Or at least go listen to it on AOL radio (AOL 9.0) Good song. I liked it the first time I heard it, but then it grows on you and I have become obsessed. I would recommend setting it up to loop continuously in your winamp or whatever you use to listen to mp3s. Maybe that's all me, huh?
While we're talking about stuff I like... did anyone see American Idol on Wednesday night? Fantasia sang "Summertime" from Porgy & Bess and girlfriend did it up right. I would buy a CD from Fantasia today. I want her to win. I really like that song. I'm starting to think I was a gay man in a previous life because the show tunes are calling to me lately. Maybe it's just a mood or a phase.
Abby is home from her day at the vet. She was so happy to be going with me when I left this morning. I felt bad about it, since I knew what was going to happen and she didn't. Poor trusting Abby. She was happy on the way over and didn't become upset when we went inside, but when the tech came to get her, she scrambled to stay with me and she reached towards me with this horrified "nooooooooooo" look on her face. She doesn't want to be away from me for a second. I was gone all week and she ain't trying to let that happen again. I toyed with the idea of taking her with me on the road, but I think I'd be paranoid about maid service coming in and letting my dog loose or something. Also, a long ride with no carseat restraint for Abby would make me nervous.
I am getting really tempted to get another puppy, but I mustn't. I saw a baby chihuahua at the vet's office today. I remember how adorable Dagget was when he was just a little handful of pup.
I also wish I had a little chinese pug. They are so cute. But another dog is impractical with me traveling every week and I am not caving in to this craziness.
That sounds like something a person says just before they get another dog, doesn't it?
But I'm not.
Cause I'm smart.
I have spent a BUNDLE on Abby's healthcare. She has had surgery twice and heartworm treatment plus shots and other checkups. I have to have her spayed before she goes in heat again. I hate to put her through anything else.
I'm rambling. I think I'll go flip channels for a while.
Ouch. I just slammed my heel into the rolly ball thingy on my chair at a high rate of speed and force. I hope I don't do that again ever in life. Sadly, I was trying to escape a sock which I mistook for a bug. Note to self: Don't kick off socks under computer desk.