This evening I went to the Dollar store.
It looks like I'm hosting a party for 400 teen vampire girls.
So I need a gallon of black nail polish.
I'm not sure why I thought the Dollar store would have mass quantities of black nail polish...my logic went something like this.....why not?
Within 5 minutes though, the dollar store had creeped me out.
There were packets of Jolly Ranchers missing letters.....(and perhaps ingredients?)
There was a bag that said "Jumbo Combs" with a hair brush inside.....
There were funky plastic margarita glasses in the shape of cactus... that glowed a bit.... and were made in China ....and suddenly looked radioactive.
And....after all that wandering....... they didn't have black nail polish.
So I looked for Groucho Marx glasses.
A dollar store should have Grouch Marx glasses...it should be a mandatory stock item.
And it should be placed on the wall right next to the small bags of red plastic cowboys.
But there were no glasses, no whoopee cushions... ...not even plastic poop.
So I was felt this wave of despair wash over me ......right in the middle of the Dollar store.
I won't mince words.....I'm having a crisis.
Nothing is funny...anymore.
Every since I started work....I come home......humorless.
As I'm climbing the learning mountain (it's more than a learning curve) it seems every step I take towards competence.....I loose two chunks of humor.
Like skin on a lizard....funny is flaking off me.
Three weeks ago ...everything was funny.....tonight....nothing is funny.
I thought perhaps if I bought some Groucho Marx glasses and wore them while answering my email....it would be funny.
But apparently the dollar store does not serve the humor impaired......and so after a valiant search for anything that might catalyze some funniness....I left the store empty handed
I'm not sure what to do.
I tried U-tube for some funny videos....but some of the stuff they label funny is like people falling down.....fat ladies being dragged across a beach.....people running into a wall...and if you are not feeling funny......you don't go ha ha ha at their pain....you go ouch....which kills any chance of the situation turning funny.
So I clipped my toenails....which was not a funny thing to do even when I was funny....and sat down to read....but couldn't concentrate.....so I decided to write a bit on my HUMOR BLOG.....
but alas.....
I found only the blog............
.........and not the humor.
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