That’s So Punny
Every morning I put on my game face and drive my daughter and her friend to high school. At 6:30 a.m. none of us is ready for prime time and the drive is quiet. Today was different, though, and reminded me that fun can be had, even at that ungodly hour of the day.
“There’s a criminal! Is he nicer than the other criminals or is he crueller?”
“I dunno, but we’ve got a sticky situation here.”
“The perp must be on drugs…his eyes are glazed!”
And so it rolled until I dropped them off, all us giggling and snorting like we’d just scored breakfast with Robin Williams.
I’m not claiming that our sorry puns were worthy of a SNL skit; but our laughter–well, we egged each other on, and once the chortling began it didn’t matter that we were awake at “sparrow fart” or that they are teenagers and I’m an old bagger (oops…mature woman) climbing the peak toward 50. In that short space of time we were just cackling humanoids having a silly, rollicking good time. I admit, my behavior was not scholarly or mature, but it was a great way to begin a Monday.
That’s my story (plain, not sugar coated) and I’m sticking to it.
See ya –