When I see something that makes me laugh, I’m reminded of my father and when we where driving in a car to the hardware store, a Clint Eastwood movie or to church. He would see something in the road, or off to the side and make a comment, get tickled and burst into a laugh. He was happy and this made me happy too. He taught me to find laughter along the way.
These posts bubble up from that place where I tend to amuse myself as well, for reasons beyond my own conscious or subconscious for that matter. Such things make me laugh and ultimately think of my father laughing and happiness results. There is also the added perk of more oxygen to my noggin, which at times, I am in dire need of.