My entertainment value, that is. My sense of humor. My ability to amuse. My "funny".
Has anyone seen it laying around lately? Is it under the sofa cushions? No, nothing there but Fruit Loops, Legos, last week's missing homework paper, and the cordless phone we haven't been able to find for a month.
Is it in the kitchen junk drawer? No, nothing there but two different pairs of broken scissors, expired coupons, dozens of dead batteries, and a couple of Hot Wheels. Oh! And the user's manual for the water softener that came with our house that we've never used.
Did it end up in the lint trap in the dryer? No, all I could find there was the remnants of a note between Jock and a couple of his friends and some loose change.
Maybe its mixed up with all my books on my cubby shelf? No, I looked and looked, and all I could find there was several art projects from Bug, a Father's Day card that didn't get mailed last year to my FIL (think I can use it this year?), some peach scented hand sanitizer, and a copy of our old lease from two years ago. Different house.
I even looked in the garage. The only things I found there, besides the power tools, were several empty cartons from cases of water, Gatorade or beer, empty Otter Pop wrappers (really, those boys need to learn where the garbage can is!), some solo stinky socks (haven't they noticed they're missing one??), and more athletic equipment than I ever knew we had (baseball and football, I expect..... but no one in my house even plays tennis!).
People, this is a crisis!! I'm seriously missing my sense of humor these days. I'm just not funny anymore. I could quote Karen's son, his thought (as scandalous as it was at the time to his poor, beleaguered parents!) is so right on target here.
If anyone finds my "funny", will you send it home, please? My family would be eternally grateful.