A Puppy To The Wake…Best Of Gina
by Gina Valley
If the old Sydney Harris adage “The time to relax is when you don’t have time for it” is true, then it’s way past time for me to relax, because I definitely don’t have time for it.
So, I’m taking time off to do just that.
I loaded up our van and hit the road with my pack. We’ve been traveling along the west coast and having lots of fun. This week my pack and I are at my parents’ home visiting.
We’re playing games and swimming and generally goofing off. I have forced myself to reschedule all but the most essential of my work commitments, and am spending that time hanging out with my family and relaxing. I’ve even taken a couple naps!
So, as I have planned to be busy being unbusy and unplanned, I’ve gone through my posts and queued up reader favorites to keep you in giggles while I’m hanging with my pack.
I hope you enjoy this Best of Gina.
And, I hope you stop and take time to laugh with your loved ones, too.
Thank you for reading and sharing.
Laugh Out Loud!
-gina
Today’s Best of Gina is my My Sister Brought A Puppy To The Wake post. You can read my My Sister Brought A Puppy To The Wake post below in its entirety, or, for you hardcore readers, click on one of these magic links to read my My Sister Brought A Puppy To The Wake post in its original location.
Either way, I’ll meet you at My Sister Brought A Puppy To The Wake. You bring the cookies. I’ll bring the giggles.
My Sister Brought A Puppy To The Wake
My sister brought a puppy to the wake.
That’s right. A puppy. To the wake. To my mother-in-law’s wake.
Now, this was not a random puppy-ization on her part. Son#1 lost his sweet dog, Trixie, to liver cancer last fall. He’d recently had a birthday. Her Labrador had recently had 9 puppies. How could she not bring one to the wake?
Plus, this sister of mine has a history of presenting impromptu animal additions to our family. She has a heart full of fun. I’m lucky it was just one puppy. She could have brought one for each of my kids.
We’ve been giggling about the little puppy’s antics all evening. But, right now that’s not what I’m laughing about.
Son#2 has been begging for a puppy of his own all evening. But, that’s not what I’m laughing about.
He is promising to walk it and clean up after it, to feed it and to bathe it. But that’s not what I’m laughing about.
I’m laughing because Son#2 is telling me he’s sure he’s more than responsible enough to take care of a puppy.
Responsibility is a serious issue. So, why am I laughing about that?
I’m laughing because while Son#2 is explaining to me that he is a very responsible person, he’s wearing a windbreaker and a pair of shorts. That’s it. No shirt. No socks. No long pants for this cold day.
A windbreaker and shorts.
And, why is my son, who’s convinced he’s responsible enough to care for a puppy, sporting such an odd wardrobe?
Because after he finished packing his clothes for our trip, he neglected to bring them. That’s right. He left his whole suitcase at home.
Well, if that doesn’t scream “responsibility,” I don’t know what does.
Laugh Out Loud!
-gina
Have you ever had something laughable at a totally serious event? Have you ever been the something laughable at a totally serious event? Shoot me a comment. I’m looking forward to hearing all about it.
