As I said last week, I have the best commenters in the world. You should read the funny responses to yesterday's post. This one cracked me UP:
" ... all my life I have been told I look "just like your daddy"... that is nice, except who wants to look like a fat, baldheaded old man when they are a little girl - or even a young lady - or for that matter a 58 year old! (yes, he was fat and baldheaded before I was even born!)..." ~ Merrie
Speaking of funny, don't you wonder why some things are funny to some people and not to others? I mean, how does a joke get lost in translation when you speak the same language?
Just the other day, Jorge and I were watching this news show where they were highlighting funny commercials. We just looked at each other and said, "But that's not funny." We had the same thought on each commercial.
And remember the Dramatic Prairie Dog video that made my 18 year-old son roll up on the floor laughing until he almost got sick? (This continued on so long that my husband covertly got the video camera just to tape him laughing.) How did that video capture the attention of so many young people over the last year until it became a phenomenon? I mean, do YOU get it?
Humor is a funny thing. Ha. No pun intended.
Last week, a new blogger friend, Teri at Facedown, (a great name for a believer's blog, by the way) delighted and surprised me when I read this in one of her posts:
I stopped in at Linda's Blog. Let me just tell you, she is funny. Ok, many of you read BooMama's blawg, which is very funny as well, but hers is a southern funny. I must report to you that 2nd Cup of Coffee is northern funny. Is there a difference? Yes. Can I explain it? Nope. I spent some time on Linda's blog this evening reading some archived posts and I must tell you all...I heart Linda. Not only is she a mother of three children, but she also works in youth ministry. Plus she likes AI. And chocolate.
First of all, I do not belong in the same paragraph or breath with "Da Boo." I mean, she's Queen, and we all know it.
Secondly, Teri is impressed that I like AI and chocolate. Clearly, clearly, there is a bright future for this relationship. I feel like the 6th grade middle school neighbor girl who just impressed the 5th grade elementary school neighbor girl with her Trapper Keeper notebook. Someday, the 5th grader will get wise, but until then, I am waycool, so let it be.
But the point of her paragraph, about a northern funny and a southern funny--what do you think? Do you see a difference? Is it just because we northerners don't say "y'all" a lot?