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By: palmettobug53, 12:12 AM GMT on April 16, 2008
I had planned on putting up another installment of my series on my favorite American humorists but right now I'm just not in the mood to do the necessary research and whatnot. And my time is taken up with work and family matters, which is why I haven't been online as much as I usually am.
As most of my inner circle of friends here on WU already know, my Bubba is dealing with another round of his cancer. This one might be The One. We don't know yet but right now, it doesn't look good. The final outcome is in the hands of the Man Upstairs.
I thank all of you for your support in the past week or so. You are a great group of people, good friends and your prayers and thoughts have meant more to me than I can say.
That being said, I'm not looking to make this a doom and gloom blog. Or a tissue littered, tear jerker blog.
Post some jokes. Lord knows, I need 'em right now. And I may print some out and take to my Bubba when I go up to see him. They say laughter is healing and good for you. He's got the same oddball, quirky sense of humor that I do and Heaven help ya, when the two of us get together! We just feed off each other and ramp it up! Embarrasses Hubby to no end!
Case in point:
One weekend, years ago, after my Mom passed away and before Dad remarried, Hubby and I went up for a visit. We would frequently go out with my Bubba one night while we were there and have a couple of beers. We went to the local hangout, The Oyster Bar. This was the place where the Sumter mayor, Mayor Bubba (that was what they called him and, no, he was no relation!) also hung out. Met up with some of my Bubba's friends and shared a table.
After quaffing a beer or two, I began to feel a pressing need to powder my nose. I turned to my brother and asked him, "Where's the litter box?". He got up to show me and said, "Walk this way.". Then he proceeded to do something out of the Ministry of Silly Walks. I came along right behind him, copying every move. The place was packed and everyone was staring at us. Hubby about died of embarrassment. They knew my Bubba but since I was from out of town, they had no idea who I was.
By the time we got to the restrooms, the two of us about collapsed on the floor, laughing. Hubby had slid under the table by that point, I think!
So, maybe we make this a funny blog. Tell your favorite funny stories about family members and things they've done. The good times. The good memories.
Updated: 11:58 PM GMT on April 17, 2008