Just for Laughs
August 18, 2011
Sorry Satan…It’s Time for Some Laughter
The pain was interrupted by sidesplitting amusement today. It could be the painkillers mixed with the fact that we are so over the cancer, but I’m confident it’s someone’s answered prayer. My baby was out on an overnight (a much needed change of family dynamics). As the remaining five of us (ranging in age between 13 and 46) were hanging out in the kitchen I made a lighthearted announcement to the group, about my pending stoma! That is the name of the bag that will temporarily be used to collect my fecal matter for the next (post-surgery) season of life. I shared with my men that I was told the bag wouldn’t smell. Tom piped in with, “Where’d you hear that, the sales man?” Immediately Blake started up with an impromptu TV-like add for a “smell-less bag”. Tom joined in with a (very good) British accent, “But wait…if you order now we’ll throw in, not only an odorless poo-poo bag, but we’ll add wee-wee pad as well!” He continued to sweeten the sale with,
July 14, 2011
The 3 AM Knock at the Door
The police knocked on our door at 3AM. With three teen-agers we were prepared for the worst. “Someone has been knocking down mail boxes, yours was hit, would you like us to file a report?” we both took a sigh of relief. “We are pretty sure its someone in the neighborhood," he mentioned.
