Thursday, November 12, 2009

Dee-Mog, Day Twelve

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.

11 comments:

The Garden of Egan said...

And I think you have to have the master iron-bladder of all bladders cause there is no way that you can write what you do and not be wetting your pants constantly!
I'm thankful for your humor too!!!

brudcrew said...

Humor is what keeps away the insanity!

M-Cat said...

What is life without humor? no life at all! I was raised with it, my husband has had to be taught. Wait, that didn't sound right. Sorry... i blame the meds

L.T. Elliot said...

Humor's awesome. I wish I was better at it but alas...
Hope you're feeling better after the removal of the g-bladder. *hugs*

aunt dyanne said...

Humor is a God like trait. We all know that God has a sense of Humor, otherwise - half of us wouldn't be here. I too SOOOO appreciate your healthy, clean (yet not glistening) honest humor... have since Jr. High... and that was FOREVER ago. haha

Mallory said...

That's why I like reading your blog so much! You are funny without being completely inappropriate or hurting anybody's feelings!

Lisa said...

I love the way you write! You're awesome!

wendy said...

I wanna know the "thing" the girl has on her whatsis. And what about the girl with the mole --WHERE is the mole. I need to know.

humor is the best, why do you think I keep coming back here!!!!!!

InkMom said...

Parallel universe, my friend.

I laughed my baby out this last time. I'm not joking.

Kazzy said...

Humor is not just a cool extra, it is totally essential.

I have a handful of friends that make we laugh so hard it hurts, and I love it.

Hope you are feeling better.

R Max said...

I think we all should be entitled to punish our kids for not being funny enough...