That’s what I thought of when I saw this one legged mannequin, dummy, fake person … whatever you want to call “him”.

I couldn’t stop laughing. Maybe it was the open mouth, the sculpted expression, the missing leg …

Whatever combination of things it was, I laughed. And laughed and laughed.

One of those really immature laughs, that people wonder, what the heck could she possibly be laughing about.

It felt so good.

I had been feeling heavy and serious. There was no way I could continue when I was face to face with this in front of me.

A reminder to be laughter and lightness. That there is humor in all things all ways.

Granted, some probably might not approve of my humor, but I never mean any harm.

It’s what keeps me sane.