I’ve been known to share a joke or two around the house. Okay, many {most} of them are dad jokes, but they did {hopefully} curl the lips into a smile. I always included a joke for my wife sometime during the day by e-mail. Even today, I share little nuggets of silliness to family and friends on a regular basis.
After Karen died, there was this e-mail void … until I connected again with Sonni. She was an eager recipient for my silliness, chiding me when I failed to deliver a message of mirth. And she would respond in kind with just as silly sayings or memes.
She, too, died … four years ago today. I miss her, my angel at a time I needed one most.
As I was driving and mentally preparing for Sonni’s eulogy, the sky was cloudy, except for two beams of sunshine. I envisioned in my mind’s eye Sonni with her Diet Pepsi and Karen with her water turned into exquisite wine toasting each other on celestial lounge chairs. I can see them laughing at the foolish things I say and do without their physical sphere of influence. I see them taking turns proverbially whacking me in the back of the head when I REALLY do or say something foolish. I really miss them — both of them — every day.
So, this week’s midweek mirth is for my two ladies. Have a laugh {or groan} from up high. And, Sonni, you owe me a hug!
Big Cavity
“Open wider,” requested the dentist, as he began his examination of the patient. “Good grief!” he said, startled. “You’ve got the biggest cavity I’ve ever seen, the biggest cavity I’ve ever seen.”
“OK, doc!” replied the patient. “I’m scared enough without you saying something like that twice.”
“I didn’t!” said the dentist. “That was the echo.”
And now for the bonus …
Get Me One Too
A minister delivered a sermon in 10 minutes one Sunday morning, which was about half the usual length of his sermons. He explained, “I regret to inform you my dog, who is very fond of eating paper, ate that portion of my sermon which I was unable to deliver this morning.”
After the service, a visitor from another church shook hands with the preacher and said, “Pastor, if that dog of yours has any pups, I want to get one to give to my minister.”
THOUGHT TO REMEMBER: I try not to spend a day without at least a couple of good hearty laughs, and the rest of it, I try to smile as much as I can. — Steve Harvey
The Light 
Most everything’s a laughing matter,
and laughter is a saving grace,
cutting through the useless chatter
and getting right up in your face.
You can even laugh ’bout dying,
and I’m dying, so I know,
and there will be no gales of crying,
but only giggles when I go.
I suppose the streets of Heaven
ring dawn to dusk with hearty glee,
for truly laughter is the leaven
that raised up Christ’s victory.
As the Easter lilies bloom,
Christ makes mockery of the tomb.
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Keep laughing,my friend.
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I will, Joe.
I have a request; Barb’s da is in his last hours, and she’s being brave, though heartbroken.
Could you pray for her?
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Certainly. She has been on my list. I think you mentioned his condition at last week’s FMF Twitter party.
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