Ridiculous in a Laughable Sort of Way

I'm so ridiculous, I just have to laugh at myself.  What a crazy life I'm living right now.  It's too laughable to keep to myself.

The other day I had to go get one of our license plates renewed.  Ahhh, what car might you ask?  Well, not my Buick...I had an  unfortunate incident a few weeks ago and burned the motor up, may it rest in peace.....  nor the suburban we bought to replace it with, that's on the selling block right now, turned out it had issues of its own,...... and not the big white jacked up suburban, I can't even hoist myself up into that one anymore, which leaves the only other dilapidated suburban that Robin drives, yes I think that was the one.  This one is Robin's work vehicle that he carries his "tools of his trade" in, aka paints and stains.  When you exit this vehicle you have lost years of brain cells and are high as a kite from the fumes.  No wonder his eyes are always dilated when he returns to his bride each night.  Anyway, returning to my ridiculous life, I walked into the government office and as usual, all eyes turn to you because everyone is trying to wait patiently, not so much though, and have nothing else to do but stare at the newcomers.  I take a seat with paper and purse in hand.  A nice young guy a couple of seats down told me that I could go ahead of him because, well, I can't remember why he said that, maybe he just wanted to watch the crazy woman show.  So when the worker woman was ready she said NEEEEXT.  I turned to the guy and asked if  he was sure, to which he replied "Yes Mam" ( will I ever get used to being called Mam?)  With all eyes on me,  I grabbed my paper and my backpack and stepped toward the desk when I was suddenly and violently yanked backwards, almost plopping me right  back down into the chair.  What in the world?  Turning to see what had jerked the life out of me from behind, I noticed that my purse strap and chair arm had become one, the strap had wrapped itself around the arm holding me captive.  Making eye contact with no one, I untangled myself and made my way to the desk.  I can assure you the nice young guy wanted to bust a gut laughing along with  everyone else witnessing my folly, but thankfully their mothers had taught them better than to laugh at the unfortunate.

Finishing my business I  turn to leave.  Thankfully I made it to the door without another incident.  As I started to walk out I realized I was in a shady part of town so I decided I'd better get my keys out before I ventured out..... so I stopped by the door to set my purse down in a chair and retrieve my keys.  Felt in my back jeans pocket..... no keys but heard a jingling/jangling sound......looked in my purse pocket.... no keys but heard a jingling/ jangling sound, felt in my front jeans pocket..... no keys, same sound.  Looked in both hands because at this point I could be holding them and wouldn't know it.... no keys but still that stinkin' jingling/jangling sound. I nonchalantly started scanning my area and behold, there were my keys, caught and hanging off the lace on the bottom of my shirt. 

At least I had on cute boots that day.

Another tangle, my fashion accessories were turning on me.  My next quandary was.... do I continue to amuse these people stuck in this office while I try to again figure out how to extricate myself from the keys tangled into the intricate lace on my clothing or go outside and risk being kidnapped while trying to free my keys?  I knew my family wouldn't appreciate having to do their own laundry if I got kidnapped so I decided to stay inside and give everyone another dose of "laughter is good medicine".  Therefore the show continued and I finally freed my keys from my clothing.  I thanked the crowd for being a good audience and left the stage.

So ridiculous and so funny.  A wink from God reminding me not to take myself too seriously and to remember  laughter is good medicine.

Oh, and to add to the ridiculousness of my life, did I tell you there are now 3, yes, 3 dogs living at my house?  More on that later.

Keep laughing, its good medicine.

Cathy