Small things that amuse me
A: Things that amuse me:
- Standing underneath those trees by the Humanities building and shaking torrential showers of soft pink petals off the branches onto my head.
- Climbing a climbable tree.
- Failing to climb an unclimbable tree.
- Writing "The Stone Age rocks!! hahaha!!" on the whiteboard in the library.
B: Things that do not amuse me:
- Seeing a sputtering metal monster truck-mower raze the lawn into grassy stubble and decapitated daisies, spitting up the flower heads like some macabre confetti in its screaming wake.
- Hearing the driver whistling while he commits this massacre.
In case anyone draws parallels between A1 and B1, here is my defense. The petals want to fall off the tree, and I am simply facilitating the process. That driver, however, is a walking guillotine, and guilty of genocide and merciless, first-degree murder. Murder!
But because I'm generally optimistic and lovely, I'll end with something that amused me sidesplittingly just now:
Being unable to move from his current spot, Max the squirrel realized he had buried the wrong nuts.
Amused? No? Fine.