Do you ever see, or hear something, and it elicits an immediate response, no matter where your little body is standing?

Dag nab it.  This happens to me frequently.  I see something, and it just strikes a chord.  Most of the time in a funny way.  And then… right out of my mouth comes a chuckle, or a comment, or a full-force belly laugh.

In the instances that aren’t so good,  my response usually comes in the form of the good old Catholic spout-out…  (which is a reference to a boy, his virgin mom, and carpenter dad).

Earlier this week, I was in the supermarket, and I’ll be danged if “Frosty the Snowman” didn’t come piping in on the airwaves.  I was in the middle of the ice cream aisle (appropriately) … and I said (rather loudly)…. “Ohhhh my Holy Goodness.  You have got to be kidding me!  Is this a dog-gone Christmas song playing?  It isn’t EVEN  Thanksgiving, for crying out loud!”

Several people turned and looked in my direction.  I played it down rather wisely… I started looking around… like I TOO was trying to find the person who blurted this out so abruptly.

Anyway.  My filter has some huge gaping holes, I’ll tell you.

In some ways I’ve gotten a little brazen about this.  For instance, if I am walking somewhere, and I am clearly in my own “lane” of traffic… (which typically in the United States is on the “right-side” of the road, sidewalk, aisle, entry, etc) …. and someone DOZES me over… or bumps into me.    High Karumba.

I typically have something ripe to say about it.   Like…… , Oh pardon me King Louis.

The older I get, the worse this gets.

Most of the times, though, I just see something and it makes me smile.  Like this sheep.  I will tell you… when this thing started looking at me… I thought it had the funniest face EVER.  But then its face started to squirrel up just a little more.   And… after a couple of minutes… it started… well…..  for lack of a better word….. Pooping.

Maybe this sheep is just like me.  It sees something that strikes a chord, and an immediate response is generated.   In this case…. sheep poop.

And once again I can count my blessings.  I am very thankful that all I do is chuckle, and occasionally say a few choice words.  If I start pooping in Aisle Nine of the grocery store… we are ALL in big trouble.

“Once you can accept the universe as matter expanding into nothing that is something, wearing stripes with plaid comes easy.”  ― Albert Einstein