I get the feeling that my sense of humor isn’t so stinking funny to the rest of my world right now, so I guess it may really be a case of heat stroke not a funny bone.
So I am going to take the girls in to Rebecca’s for a swim, because the pond is not appealing to me as a swimming hole. Somethings I do, or don’t do, are age appropriate.
Maybe it is just a generational pendulum swing thing. You’d think some people came straight from their grandmother’s serious womb instead of from their parent’s.
But then again, when other people appear to agree with them, clearly it must be true. Or a medical condition.
I promise, that when I get back home, I will refrain from being funny, or trying to be as the case may be. Maybe my humor is like my use of commas, a bit over the top.
Appoligies to one and all.
