Over Forty and Loving It!

Last night, I had a problem getting to sleep. Too many hamsters in my head, yanno? It happens.

So, instead of taking a pharmaceutical sleeping aid, I decided to browse YouTube for something to separate my mind from the furry little rodents intent on chomping up my last brain cell.

I am happy to report it worked.

Once upon a time, when I was a much younger goddess, one of my favorite shows was the Carol Burnett Show. I don't know what made me look it up on YouTube, but am I glad I did. They do not make shows like that anymore, and it's a shame. The comic timing from all members of the cast was sheer genius. From what I understand, there was a basic outline of the scenes given to the actors, and then it was all improv from there. HYSTERICAL. I honestly believe between this show, Rowan and Martin's Laugh-In, The Smothers Brothers and game shows like Hollywood Squares (the old one, not the new one), the Newlywed Game, and Match Game, this is where I learned my sense of humor.

There is nothing on television now that even compares to the heights of hilarity found on these shows. I think I crack up just as much as the cast cracking up at each other as I do the jokes. There was just a sense of joy and a nasty kind of innocence, if that make sense, unequaled today.

Just check this out -- and I dare you not to gigglesnort your way into peeing your pants:

Carol Burnett Bloopers Part One

I slept like a baby after watching this.

I find it the height of hilarity to be watching TV and come across a commercial for the treatment for hair loss. Why, you ask? Because the solution is simple, if scientists just got their heads out of their asses and took a good look around, especially the older ones who may have a post-menopausal woman in the house.

Hair. Where the hell does it all come from and better yet, tell me why why WHY does it grow where it never did before? I'm minding my own business, and all of a sudden I notice I have a chin hair that's practically down to my navel. WTF, people? Has no one noticed this? Could no one tell me before it got to this horrendous stage, or are y'all just snickering behind your hand waiting for me to discover it on my own and fall over in a fit of disgust? Or maybe you were waiting for me to fasten a bead on the end of it as a fashion statement.

Look. If you see your beloved woman, be it mother, sister, friend, or hell, even the next-door neighbor, do society a favor if you notice an out of control hair thing going on. SAY SOMETHING. If you don't have the ballz of steel, then simply hand her a pair of tweezers with a nice smile. She might even let you keep your head. Heh.