December 10, 2012
I grew up in a family of practical jokers. My mom was the silent type. She took EMT training when I was in college, and I came home one midnight to find a visitor in my bed. "Resusci Annie" was taking my spot. My dad, on the other hand, was one of those people who was always joking. I remember a former minister telling me that he knew my dad was trouble the first time he spoke in Sunday School. The minister had posted the question, "Why was Phillip under the fig tree?" After receiving several philosophical answers, my dad calmly stated..."Maybe he was eating figs," to which the whole class erupted in laughter.
I inherited this knack for humor; I was a natural born prankster. I believe the best prank I ever pulled was one April Fool's day. I wrapped my neighbor's house in caution tape. They loved it. We were the talk of the town.
I love reading humorous stories. Right now I'm reading The Horse in My Garage by Patrick F. McManusm and I have How to Tell if Your Cat is Plotting to Kill You by Matthew Inman on hold. If you enjoy picture books, check out the Cake Wreck books. There are joke books for kids as well like the Amelia Bedelia books.
Right now I'm reading a book about anti-gravity. It's impossible to put down.