I just received this email from a friend (I hope she doesn't mind I post it) and it made me laugh and laugh out loud. More proof I am, indeed, a sick individual.
I laughed and laughed at "Drunken Santa." No matter what you'e been through, no matter how much you have changed, you are still really funny.
The post about the ice scraper -- yeah, the fact that this is just part of your life now . . . wow. I can't begin to imagine what that's like for you guys.
As for seeing the humor in it, it reminds me of the time the bat flew into the funeral home during the "family-only" viewing after my aunt died. Here it was, a dark November evening, all of us talking quietly in the funeral home, my stunned and grieving cousin (daughter of the deceased) sitting with her head in her hands, when a bat flew in. It flapped all around the room, the funeral directors chasing after it as "professionally" and with as much decorum as they possibly could. I will never forget the look of utter disbelief on my cousin's face as she lifted her head from her hands, saw what was happening, and looked at me. There was a moment when she was trying to decide whether to laugh -- that must have been her bizarro world moment. Well, that or the NEXT moment, when the funeral director beat the bat to death with a phone book on the floor, just feet from my aunt's casket. My cousin, as well as the rest of us, had no choice but to laugh. What else could we do? And so that's what I thought of when I read about your using an ice scraper on Alex's headstone. Bless your heart, what could you do but laugh?
Thanks for the giggle friend. I love you.