Well of course you do, there is a reason that Reader's Digest had a section called "Laughter is the Best Medicine". Actually there is medical documentation on how healthy laughter is for you. As I have stated before I try to find humor in as much as possible so I am going to share 1 or 2 stories with you. I have alluded to these in previous posts and these are at my expense. As I have said before if I can laugh at myself then everybody else is welcome to join in. Here goes and I hope you laugh till you have tears running down your legs.
When I thought I buried Bobby in my pants. He had been dead a little over two weeks when this happened so you can imagine I wasn't seeing much humor in anything but on this particular day I had two things happen that can still get a laugh even today. This was on Sun. afternoon before he would have been dead 3 weeks on Tues. I decided to go to a friend's church for the evening service. It would be the first time being back at a church since his funeral. Now at this point having to get gussied up was just a struggle (ah, who am I kidding, it has never been easy). Anyway, before he died he and I had actually talked about what he would be buried in. Black pants and a brown tweedy sport coat. So that evening I went to get my black dress pants to iron them to wear to church. Now at this point let me say that his clothes were in one closet and mine were in another. I went to my closet and could not find my pants. I checked in the laundry room to be sure they had not been left in there. Nope, not there. Back to my closet, checked every hanger, and they are not there. So I went to his closet to be sure they had not been mixed up. My black pants were not there but HIS WAS! I just sat on the bed shell shocked and thinking, "no, I couldn't have, could I? No, there is no way, is there?" Went tearing through both closets again still only one pair of black pants to be found. His not mine. I called Janelle and said, "you are not going to believe what I think I have done!" Naturally her reply was what? I told her, "I think I buried your daddy in my britches!" After explaining it to her we began to laugh and laugh and laugh some more. She told her husband who's answer was that they would have the following put on Bobby's tombstone, "I finally got in my wife's pants" The next morning I went to see Ethel to tell her what I thought I had done and yep, it was a laugh till I had to cross my legs and run to the bathroom laugh. Now it was no inconceivable that this would have happened because when he died he weighed less than I did and my pants would have fit him! For two flippin weeks I went around thinking that I had buried my husband in my pants. One day I was looking in the closet for something else (for a while I had trouble finding anything). Hanging under a jacket were my black pants and it all came back to me. When I got his coat out to send to the funeral home there was a button missing and I didn't have enough sense to find another and sew it on so instead of his black pants and brown tweedy coat, I picked out his grey pants and navy blazer for him to be buried in. OMG what a relief! And boy, oh, boy what fun I have had telling that one! I will spread this humor out and share in day or two the other hilarious thing that happened the same day and then I will share my first experience in a tanning bed with you. (talk about country come to town!) Have a great day/night whatever it might be.
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