In Sync

I am indeed a horrible, miserable person.

This headline made me laugh hysterically:
"Teen Synchronized Swimmers Faint, at the Same Time"

Why, you may ask, is this funny? More importantly, why do I feel guilty for laughing? (If you were asking the second question, kudos - you're already on my side).

I've gotten many an email with listings of things to ponder....you know...the ones about why you park in a driveway and drive on a parkway. And how it is impossible to lick your elbow. And more importantly, that a pig's orgasm lasts for like 30 minutes. It's one of those emails that you always laugh at and then you may pass it on. Which goes back to my email forwarding theory - when I get a forward from someone, I will bet money that the other chronic forwarders in my family will send me the same thing in a matter of 5 hours. The result - 10 emails about poopy being on lemons on your iced tea in restaurants.

Back to In Sync.....the most recent email I got with these strange ponderings involved synchronized swimming. Not only is synchronized swimming one of the funniest things ever, it's also weird to watch people do the same thing at the same time. It's like looking into a kaleidoscope...you just can help yourself. So, if one person goofs up, do they all goof up? Apparently so.

So, I'm not a bad person. I'm glad these girls are ok. But, let's face it, it is funny that they all did it at the same time while participating in an activity that involves everyone doing the same thing at the same time.

Bye, bye, bye.