Agree or disagree:
Laughter invokes tears
Tears invoke laughter
As much as I proclaim not to be a Facebook fan, I think I am checking my home page at least once of day....mainly to see if anyone has said something to me.
...and I hit paydirt tonight!
Typically, I sign in to read any message that people have left specifically for me. Then I continue scrollin' 'round thinking that I should respond now, 'cause I most likely won't later- yet somehow ingeniously induce Jedi mind tricks to keep the scrolling versus typing type activity continuous.
I scroll down through all the pictures, and I especially like to see the tibbits of what my family members are saying to each other, although I haven't quite figured out how to follow a particular comment's thread to its impetus- thus often leaving me confused or imagining scenarios that are quite unlikely to be true yet could possibly add to the mainly (though I orginally typed manily -which would be a great pun as I have so MANy brothers) nonexsistent family drama that I feel obligated to dream up since my family is so GInormus and surely should have more than it does. Anyway, I digress.
Tonight I scrolled down and saw that my sister Cyndi and commented on something that my Sil (sister-in-law) Laura had posted. First of all, I have no idea why if my sister is talking to one of my Sils and not directly to me it should show up on my homepage. I guess Facebook makes eaves dropping a thing of the past?
After reading Cyndi's comment, "#17 is the same for me", it was compelling enough (pehaps just way to vague really) to try to understand the impetus of the thread, nor creative enough to inspire imaginative family drama. So, here I realize I have the opportunity to find out what two of my family members are up to. Ha! A twoforone! So I ventured out on, on my own...into the Facebook world.
I clicked on Laura's name and it takes me to her homepage. I see the beginning of the thread that my sister commented on entitled, "25 random things about me" and notice that another Sil has also commented. So I read her comment first, zip my eyes back up to the thread only to realize that it is truncated. It only shows numbers one through five and I need 17! What the #*&$#! (hence the adult viewing status required to read this page)
Duh. No need to panic, just click on the thread title and out pops the entire thread. I quicly scan down to number 17:
17. There's no one I can laugh with like my sister.
heart beat skip, tears drip, smile slips
Agree or disagree:
Laughter invokes tears
Tears invoke laughter
AGREE!
love you too Nin
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4 comments:
What a beautiful post
you are awesome!
Heidi is afraid to comment!
You know what's funny? #17 is also a line out of "Cell Block Tango" in the musical Chicago. #17 is what motivates Velma to shoot her husband and her sister. Wait a minute, I'm not liking this connection at all.
I think it's awesome that you make me laugh from thousands of miles away. I read the "washed out" post, and it reminded me of Costa Rica's rainy season where there was car swallowing pothole (mudhole? sinkhole?) in front of one of the hotels, and no tourist believed us and tried to drive through anyway. They all got swallowed.
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