Have you ever had days when laughing was not in your agenda? Nothing’s going right–the toilet overflowed, the car died, and you’ve got a cold, allergies, or whatever it is. I felt this way yesterday morning.
Sunday, of all times, our toilet overflowed–and I do mean overflow. The funny thing is (not really funny, but it makes me feel better to say the word funny), I was already feeling rotten, and was trying to keep quiet because my husband and our dog were napping. So you got it, this unexpected abundance of liquid on our floor freaked me out.
Being a modified neat-nik (I like things organized, but accessible to me from a sitting position), I called the apartment emergency number. Oh happy day! Not really. And I ended up calling three times–actually 2 times, as I was pressing re-dial and saw him headed for our door.
“Hello–it’s us….” I led him to our entrance.
“Yes.” He responded, looking a bit sleepy.
In 5 minutes he had performed an un-clog procedure and was happy on his way (I bet he was happy to get out of there!). But my emotions were still stuck in the alarm mode, so I got a cup of coffee, looked out the window, and watched the geese scooting around on the ground playing tag with each other.
Their actions were funny. The feisty bunch reminded me of little kids playing in the park. Suddenly I burst in laughter, the stress lifted, and I felt renewed.
God says humor is good medicine, and I agree.
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