Wednesday, July 7, 2010

I think I am Punny

We went to the cabin with friends this past weekend. Mojitos, beer, tofu, steaks, reading, campfires, jembe (?) and laughter. I always expect laughter in a friendship. Laughing at ourselves, at each other, at puns, or quirks. In my naivete I have thought that most friendships were like this. It is only after I was reminded by someone that they "don't always get my humour" that it occurred to me that I might cross the line with some...or, worse, they might not think I am funny. To have my friend laugh so hard my kids heard her from the beach is so rewarding. To know that a little jibe or poking fun will be well received....even if the ego is a little bruised. I sometimes joke at their expense...or mine....I don't play favorites. To tease, as only a friend of twenty plus years can, is to solidify the intimacy we have shared. Both couples have raised four children, had our share of "family situations" talked through strategies of all sorts - saving money, quitting work, buying the couch we want. Our husbands have lost many ____keys, bankcards, pairs of glasses at the wrong time that we can now joke about. We have gone through our fashion changes, hair faux pas, legalistic moments, and soul searching. We have painted each others' houses, a surprise for her husband, and a surprise for me. They are enjoying grandparenting, and we get to share in that joy with them, indulging the stories....because they really do make us laugh and smile.

The thing I love most about my friends is that they have always let us be who we are. Ken in the goofiest of hats....(you can check his blog for those who don't believe Me, in the nerdiest of moments having to espouse my knowledge just to straighten them out. It is amazing how many times they have had to rely on me to set the record straight - about marshmallow diets and sunscreen, historical facts, math or the rules of cribbage. I don't mean to be the know-it-all by any stretch. They just have trouble retaining useless information when I am around. If I don't know the answer, they also know that I will dig until I find it. Then, they laugh at me. Not with me. At me. This is their inside joke.....the three of them against me. And so, laughter, even at me, is the most beautiful sound on earth.

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