"Your life is a funny story..."

It's Friday.  I'm glad.  I could use some good mountain biking.  Or hiking.  And of course some good cold beverages.  This morning I was deep in thought (you're shocked, I know).  I kept thinking, "I need a funny something to write about on my blog today.  I've been so serious and sentimental lately.  I need funny.  I've got to make sure I haven't lost it."  I brainstormed.  A few things came to mind:
-Little Red Riding Hood Set Up Day-THAT was funny.  But it is its own blog.
-Meeting Aron Ralston-Yet another somewhat serious/sentimental/thought provoking topic
That was all that came to me.  Not the subject matter I had hoped for. 

Then it happened.  For one work related reason or another I called Terri, my co-worker at QBP in Minnesota (aka Kenai's Minnesota puppy sitter).  We talked about the mail, laughed about Marian, shared enthusiasm for the weekend, and then we started laughing.  Laughing over many funny stories.  Stories of nothing but my every day life.  And then she said it, "Your life is a funny story."  And it is.  Really.  I think mostly because I'm so much like my dad.  He's a funny man.  But also because I have the right friends, the best, coolest, and most funniest friends (yes, I know...that was not proper English).

Last week I puppy sat.  Remember the sweet little puppy that I drove to Nebraska for?  She's in her "terrible two's" puppy stage now.  When she goes a whole night without sleep she looks more like this:

Credit for the art goes to Kathryn Klar. 



Last weekend was stellar.  Full of laughs.  Full of fun.  And puppy lost her demon-esque persona.  She got cute and playful again when she started sleeping through the night.  Friday night Jaymee and I  melted glass jewelry with the Klar kiddos.  They are the greatest kids for an adventure of any kind.  We melted lots of glass and had lots of fun.  Natalie Allen joined us too.  That was a real treat.  So many of my favorite people in one room AND Matt the Electrician was the soundtrack to our evening.  After jewelry with the kids we sat under the stars at Jaymees house.  We laughed about a lot of things that night.  We love having Nattles back.  We missed her. 

Nat had a slumber party in Ogden and Saturday morning we had lofty ambitions of hiking and things.  Reality was the three of us in Jaymee's living room with computers in our laps.  There was still laughing and fun, just no hiking.  Eventually afternoon rolled around and we decided we should make something of the day.  Nat had to go back to SLC.  I hate that.  Jaymee and I felt a BBQ and an evening with the Klars was in order.  We headed off to the store.  I held my phone in my hand as we drove down Harrison.  I was about to call Sharon, to see if we could bring food and have dinner with them.  Behold, there she was at the Conoco.  Jaymee circled the block in complete gangster fashion.  When we made it around the block and back to the gas station she was still at the pump.  We'd been pent up all day, there was a lot of unused energy.  The driveway of the gas station was blocked by a line of cars at a red light.  We couldn't pull in, but we could see her.  Jaymee started yelling, "SHARON!, DR. KLAR!, SHARON!, DR. LEO MARVIN...."  Everyone in the parking lot heard Jaymee and looked...except for Sharon.   Eventually the light turned green and we pulled into the parking lot.  Sharon was still pumping gas.  There were other open pumps, but we pulled up RIGHT behind her.  She noticed a car but didn't notice that it was us.  And then Jaymee said, "I need gas and I want to use THIS pump..."  That was a good laugh.

We bought a big ol' slab of salmon, some asparagus, and a good cold drink and set out for an evening at the Klars.  After dinner there was fun with the animals.  That's normal at their house.  Another reason to love it.  I was so excited to see Matt feed a dead mouse to the snake.  While we were upstairs Jaymee, Sharon and the kiddos were taking pictures with Photo Booth on my laptop.  The next thing I knew three screaming kiddos were running up the stairs yelling, "Brooke, Lilo (the family pet rat) just peed on your computer..."  I got downstairs in time to find Sharon delicately cleaning the keyboard of my laptop with a Clorox wipe.  "I was only trying to get a picture of his cute bum for you."