I may have made this comment last year on Rosh Hashanah, but yesterday, during the service, when the rabbi was asking all of the participants who were going to blow a shofar what kind of animals the horn came from, when one participant said, "Ibex," DH and I looked at each other and started laughing.
I think this is called a cognitive distortion. No one else around us in the synagogue was laughing...
I guess this means I am really a wool weenie.