Looking for my sense of humor...

August 11, 2009 (Happy Birthday, Dad!)

The other day at the park, Candan knocked my hand that was holding my rack of Scrabble tiles. Seven little lettered squares were sent flying through the air. I managed to recover six of them, but my J was missing somewhere in the grass. I was on my knees, head down, looking for the dark blue tile in the green grass, when Keelin snuck up from behind me without me seeing her, took her green Gatorade water bottle (you know, like hockey players use) and squeezed it out onto my head.

*SO COLD!*

*SO RUNNING DOWN MY NECK AND MY SHIRT!*

*SO SHOCKING!*

Frustrated already by having lost a Scrabble tile from a set that wasn't mine, I got really mad at Keelin and sent her away on a time out. I dried off, gained my composure, found the missing J....

and I found myself in tears....

whenever did I lose my sense of humor that I would get so mad over that??!

Her intention was to make me laugh-- to cool me off, not get me steaming mad.

I later apologized to my Sweet Beez for my overreaction.

I'm hoping you'll help me find my sense of humor.... send me a comment in the comment box that you think would make me smile! A joke, a story, a poem, a quote, a "hello", whatever you think... :)

He will yet fill your mouth with laughter

And your lips with shouting. Job 8:21