I hate being on this roller coaster. But I realize it's the natural progression of the grieving process. I have good days and I have bad days. I'm keeping very busy. It's when my head hits the pillow at night when it's the worst. That's when I do all my crying. It's ok. I have faith. And I haven't lost my sense of humor! That's what hub would have wanted. He would tell me to keep on laughing. He made me laugh, a lot. That's one of the things I loved about him. And almost every memory I have of him I can see us laughing about something. Even when we were fighting, we would always say that someday we're going to laugh about this. And sure enough, we did. I thank him for that.
So here's a few one liners to get your day going:
Why do gorillas have big nostrils?
Because they got big fingers!
What's the difference between a woman with PMS and a Pitt Bull?
What does a fish say when it runs into a wall?
What do you call a sheep with no legs?
(I like Buffalo's answer better, see comments...)
Have a peaceful Sunday!