I was at work tonight when I heard a young woman say, "I am so frazzled this week that it's not even funny."
I know what she means. It has nothing to do with being funny or not funny. She means that she's frazzled more than just the words frazzled express. But why did we start saying that?
My nose tickles so bad, it's not even funny...
I hate being tickled! It's not even funny.
That clown is not even funny.
I can't quite figure out how the phrase got to where it is. How it is. I'm sure someone out there has written something informational about it, but I'm so not interested in looking it up, it's not even funny.
What _is_ funny is dog noses. (Did you catch that? I switched topics using a crappy paragraph hook. So crappy, that the hook is worn down to a little nub and it could slip off at any time if you're not reading carefully. So there's a warning for you.) Dogs can be happy to see you. Dogs are almost always happy to see you unless you're the UPS man. Then they aren't happy to see you AT ALL. But lately I've seen Spring and Sprocket and I've seen Indy. It's a strange phenomenon to come in the door with the dogs all happy to see me and then suddenly it's like I'm not there. There's something else and it's _on_ me but I don't have to be there. I've actually taken off a sweater and let them sniff it while I walked away. They stayed with the sweater.
What must that be like? Do they know where I've been and what I've been doing? Do they know if I played with the dog or just sat in a car where a dog used to be? What do they know? How much do they know? How are they using their information? Are they part of a network of spies? Will they be taking over the fresh garbage cans and barking at three in the morning just for fun?
The possibilities are nearly endless. It's so creepy, it's not even funny.
Posted by dotty at January 4, 2006 11:44 PM | TrackBack