I was reading back through my posts of this past week, and it’s so blatant that I’ve had COVID all this time.
I wonder how many people I’ve infected by not wearing my mask when I should have. Sherrie is not young, and she’s already had it once. If she gets sick, I’m going to feel terrible.
You know what they say: hindsight is 20/20.
I should name my blog: You Know What They Say.
I should have the kids make Grampa a get well card. Grampa likes cards.
I’ve been thinking about my dad lately and how he saved me when I was a kid. It sounds dramatic, but it’s true. We became very close when my mom’s mental health began to fail.
In seventh grade, I was very depressed and didn’t have any friends. I got picked on in school. I came home crying everyday, and my mother couldn’t handle it, so she’d take my brother and leave the house.
So my dad would get home and talk to me, using humor to try to get me to stop crying. It actually worked.
That’s why, I think, humor is so important to me. That’s what got me into SNL. That’s why I love comedies, why a sense of humor was really my one stipulation in relationships. I wasn’t asking for much; he just needed to be funny and make me laugh.
Why, like Derek, I often use humor to bond with my children. We might not have the biggest or the cleanest house on the block, but we sure have a lot of laughs. That’s one thing I can say with certainty.