Laughter...the best medicine!

So, I just know that tomorrow will be a day FULL of laughs for me and my family. Why, you ask? Well, my dad is having surgery in the morning to repair a hernia. NO, that's not the funny part. The funny part is that my dad cannot tolerate medication at all. He's had this surgery two other times and both times he's kept us in stitches. I'm sure it doesn't help that my mother and I laugh when we are stressed. And we find hospitals stressful, especially with dad being the one in it! Seriously, if we find ourselves in a stressful situation, all we have to do is look at each other too long and we just bust. I don't know why we do it, I don't question it. I just enjoy the laughter and realize that's the way we roll.

My dad had this surgery 23 years ago and we still pick at him because he was so under the medication that he asked my husband (we were dating at the time) to pray for the man in the room with him. He gave us this long sob story about how this man was very sick and had no family near him and asked my husband to pray with the man. Being the kind soul that he is, Anthony asked my dad the man's name and he began to pray for him. My mother and I were rolling the whole prayer because my dad had told him the man's name was Fleet. Fleet happened to be the brand name of the enema that they had given my father before surgery! Anthony has no clue and is in some kind of deep travailing prayer for an enema...not a man. Of course mom had to add the comment at the end of the prayer that she hoped Fleet didn't come to church and run the isles when he got better. Yeah, that one cracked me up to the point of the nurse asking me to leave the room.

So, I'm off to pack a bag of goodies for the lil man to keep him busy during the wait tomorrow. I won't pack anything for me. I'm quite sure I'll be busy laughing most of the day.

And, here's a picture of my lil man, just because I like to put pictures with my posts.