Laugh or cry? It's up to you

Twice recently I have been really grateful to laugh, sometimes uncontrollably, at some crazy things in life.  

Saturday I was walking down the hall with Eric left the bathroom like a bat out of hell.   We crashed.   I screamed.  And then I laughed myself silly.    I couldn’t stop.  

Today I was watering the church garden.  The nozzle blew off the hose, I took a straight flank shot before stopping it.    I screwed it back on and tried again.   This time when it blew off I ran with the hose to turn off the valve.    Did you know that is a really bad idea when running through dirt and wearing white pants?    No? I have proof.  Again, all I could do was laugh. 

I think, I know this is a gift.   I don’t get mad. I don’t get super frustrated, at least not with this stuff, and I just end up laughing.   My white pants were crusted with mud.   My first thought was how to get clean pants to finish the work day.  Instead I finished the work day, lectured at Mass (thank you Ambo) and ran errands after work.  

Thank you God for the ability to laugh at the small stuff.   It is a gift.