Oh my goodness. The most exciting thing just happened in my novel. You know that guy, who said he was from that one place but he was really from that other place? And that girl, not the one with the thing on her whatsis, that other one, you know, with the mole? Well, they just met. And you know what that means, don't you? Don't you? Drat. Neither do I.
12: I am thankful for humor. Our friends Ken and Katie dropped by on Sunday evening, which I'm sure they'll admit was the tactical error of the century. I had stayed home from church, babysitting a naughty gall bladder, and I was in serious need of a 'company' fix.
No one in the whole wide world was better suited to deliver it. These are two of the most entertaining people I've ever known. Ken is a bishop in the ward across the street, and his members worship him like a rock star. Katie is smart and quirky and super-quick with a comeback.
And they're both hysterically, side-splittingly funny. Katie told me once that Ken felt within his rights to punish their kids if they weren't amusing enough.
"You call that a punch line? I want you to go to your room and work on your timing, mister."
Humor is the air we breathe around here. I was raised on it, ate it three meals a day, and spending an evening with my sibs is an exercise in bladder control. And I'm proud to say we're raising a new generation of joke junkies.
I appreciate anyone who can make people laugh without also feeling the need to repent. There are so many ways to enjoy being human, to get a kick out of the eccentricities and foibles and craziness of daily life, and the person who can shine a light on the humorous side of things and help bring others out of the trenches once in a while, maybe to catch their breath and regroup before digging in again, is, to me, a rare treasure.
Thanks Ken and Katie, Dawnie and Eric, and all the others - including my own highly amusing children and siblings - whose erratic orbits regularly collide with mine. Being with you may throw me off my axis once in a while, but I've always believed gravity was overrated anyway.