Every day someone get to name my duckie.  It is a little yellow duck I keep in my pants pocket that flashes and quacks.  One person named it Snot.  Yesterday it was called Herman and the piano player of my church got to call it Toby Duck today.

The next day it will be called Beatrice.  Every day someone gets the opportunity to name it for one day.  It is a little silly I have to admit.

Others often take themselves too seriously.  It lightens my day when I take it out of my pocket let it quack and light and then introduce the person I am talking to to its present name.

It is a small game I play every day.  I also take myself too seriously.  It lightens up my mood and hopefully in the process does the same to others.

A sense of humor is everything.  Others often exaggerate the severity of their problems.  Laughing at yourself defuses your seriousness.  You know your marriage is in trouble when you stop laughing at one another permanently.  In every marriage this happens occasionally but as long as you still can make each other laugh it lightens your load.  It is so easy to think the weight of the world is on your shoulders.  The best comedians make you laugh at things that are painful.  Humor gives you a better perspective of your situation.  It is too easy to magnify our importance.  It cuts right through that.

The litmus test of a healthy marriage is humor:  can you still laugh together and at one another.  When a marriage goes sour you lose your sense of humor.  There is always hope if you can laugh at one another.  So think of that when you judge the health of your marriage:  can you still laugh at one another?  Humor is always the key.

blackdogandleashI have many memorable stories about “Atilla The Hun” my bad black mutt but in here I will only relate one.  He got out again and I was chasing him.  Finally he comes up to me and dropped a green dog leash at my feet.  I had no intention of canvassing the neighborhood to see which stoop he stole the leash from.  You have to understand this was the day after the state dog warden had paid us a visit.  He had gotten loose again and harassed the neighbor’s dog.  I did not want to advertise he got out again and was roaming the neighborhood again loose.

I simply grabbed the leash and dropped it in the corner of the living room floor.  My wife a few days later noticed the leash was now in several sections lying on the floor.  Mister “Tilla” (for short) must have bit the leash into several parts.  He remembered the hours he spent tied to a the leash as punishment for another escapade in the surrounding area.  We also had gotten four chain leashes and he bit through the leather end of each of them, of course when we were not watching him.  We were not happy.

Later on we noticed that the green leash he found was now bitten through into NINE sections:  he was going to make sure that no dog was ever going to be put on that leash.  All we could do was both laugh.