Day One

It's day one of this mysterious new exercise in simi-public rhetoric called blogging. My red haired girl, "Friday" helped me come up with the title and I feel compelled to explain.

It's true about me, I'm seriously not funny. I have kinfolks galore who are hilarious, but the moment I try to repeat a joke or something they said that had me in stitches, my audience looks at me as if I had just grown a second head. Their faces grim, their tone flat they say something like "Why would you say something like that?"

I try to recover by saying something like, "But my brother said it yesterday and everybody laughted."

Then they clarify, "Well, it's not funny. Seriously, you're not at all funny."

That's really too bad. The world is a funny place. Families are funny things. Students are a riot and their parents a regular side show. Public schools administators and the Body of Christ, are all pressed down, shaken together, and running over with hilarity and here I sit with a grin on my face and no comic timing.

Well, I guess I can't say absolutely nobody thinks I'm funny. I know I've all but audiably heard God's laughter many times. ... so I suppose it's some solice that at least Somebody thinks I'm funny! Of course, if God laughs at you ... is that actually a good thing? I suppose that will have to be one of those things I ask Him when I get to the house. As for now, I'll close by wishing any readers good sleep, sweet dreams, and blessings that come as humor comes to me, pressed down, shaken together and running over.

And thus ends another day.