Three things tickled my funny bone recently. Well, three things in the same day, that is. The first was when I awoke to find my two cats spooning. That's right, spooning. There they were on my bed with Mittens in front and Snickers behind without space enough for a whisker between them. The second occurred as I was leaving the neighborhood mall. Suddenly I heard the overhead music play "Eternal Flame" by the Bangles. I had to resist the impulse to whip out my hairbrush and sing along. Trust me, I was singing on the inside..."An eternal flaaaaame". The third was the oddest of all. You might be thinking, "How could it get more odd?" Well, I've found that while driving frequently on the freeways in Minnesota one is bound to see strange sights. I was driving to work on good ol' 94 heading west when lo and behold on the side of the road was a boat on its trailer. There was no vehicle attached to it--just the boat on its trailer. Inside the boat standing up and peering over the sides (rather recklessly, I might add), were two boys probably between the ages of 8 and 10! That's right. I wondered, "Where did this story begin?" As I whizzed by in my zoomy car, I wished them well.
I do have to add that my roommate saw perhaps on even stranger sight the other day. As she was driving home on good ol' 694 heading east, she saw a man carrying a canoe over his head trying to cross the 4 lanes of oncoming traffic! It was a wonder he wasn't killed. A minivan didn't see him in time to stop and hit the canoe which went flying--also a wonder that it didn't hurt any other vehicle or person. I think all involved were okay--even the canoe. Sheesh. The term "Minnesota Nice", in my opinion, is suspended as soon as one gets behind the wheel. At that time it's "Every man for himself".
There you have it.
