For instance, my son and daughter decided to create a new Olympic event—the human shot put. The winners: Faith, 11 at the time, our doctor and, his stockbroker. The losers: Paul, 7, with a broken collarbone, our insurance company, and of course us paying the $100 deductible.
Moments before the, the word processing software went to where all good software goes when an electrical storm knocks out the power.
That was followed on Monday by a visit to the dental hygienist who obviously attended the Marquis de Sade School of Dentistry. Tuesday, we sent our tearful daughter off to her first day of school in this new town. And then Thursday, the bank called to say our checking account was overdrawn.
It’s hard to laugh when you feel like a deflated whoopie cushion. The writer of Ecclesiastes claims there’s a “time to weep and a time to laugh.” But sometimes, it’s awfully hard for us to tell the difference. [Continue reading]