If you’re my sister-in-law… roasting a marshmallow… and it catches on fire… and somehow…. while trying to blow out the small fire on the end of the stick… the flaming ball leaves the roasting device… launches into the air… and you catch part of it with your hair… but mostly it is rescued by your upper lip…. and it won’t come off… probably because it is searing itself onto your skin…
Meanwhile… here’s me: “Ah-hahahahahahahahahahahahaha! Ahhhhh-hahahahahahahahahahahahaha! Oh, are you OK??? Ah-hahahahahahahahahahahahaha!”
*Jen… I know you’re thinking of our bike-ride…*
My SIL is OK, and so is the blister on her upper lip. I just wish I had a picture… gigglegigglegiggle…
I’m not mean. Twisted, but not mean. Lacking in adequate compassion towards my fellow man woman – yes… but only when it’s funny. Kerry and I have an understanding – it is hers and my greatest joy when we get to experience one another’s most embarrassing/painful/awkward moments. I mean, it was she who said, “I hate that I didn’t get to see that!”… when I told her I tripped on absolutely nothing and fell face first in a parking lot – a busy parking lot. Might I mention she was bent over in rib-crushing laughter as I blew on my burning skinned palms… Heck, I would have loved to see it myself.
Here’s the thing, you laugh at yourself as well. And that’s a beautiful thing.
Hey Jenny! Great to see you today! It’s always fun to see you, you make me laugh. :) I forgot to get your email though, and don’t have a password to you site. My email is:
thetuttle5@wavecable.com. Send me a note and I can send you my blog. Talk to you soon…Windy