Oh Where, Oh Where…
….did I put that funny bone?
I have a confession to make.
I’ve misplaced part of my funny bone.
Somewhere between fall and winter I dropped it along the roadside. One minute I had it, and the next poof! It was gone.
I keep picking up random objects that look like it, but they never quite fit right. Sometimes, they even chafe or irritate and I quickly discard them.
Sigh…I am thinking about placing an ad, but how do you go about describing your funny bone?
“LOST: One funny bone, responsible for numerous functions – sense of humor, ability to write funny stuff, link to laugh center in brain. If found, please call BR-549 to claim reward.”
I’ll be the first to admit to being more than a little scatterbrained, like putting the keys in the freezer and the leftover potatoes in the cupboard (no lie, I really did this recently), but to lose an entire funny bone…that’s not funny.
I can’t blame it on winter weather – hell, today in Texas it’s 68 degrees and the sun is shining.
I can’t blame it on work pressures – I have an amazing job that I look forward to coming to every day.
I could blame the cat.
Yes, that’s what I’ll do, I’ll blame the cat. He won’t care, so long as it doesn’t interfere with him getting lots of belly rubs and treats.
So, yeah…the cat stole my funny bone and hid it under the dryer. Because, that’s where my cat hides everything he steals.
I’ll find it again, eventually, and when I do it’ll be covered in dryer lint.
It’ll look funny.