H is for Happy Home, and Hunky, Humorous, Husband.

Okay, my last post was a little on the heavy side, so I decided to make this one a feel-good, light-hearted post.

This is my second marriage, and we now have a blended family.  I have my darling son, who is almost 15.  My husband has a 14 year old son, and a daughter who is about to turn 7. The two boys live with us full-time, and we have the girl part time.

There are lots of laughs in our home.  The boys get along extremely well.  They are in the same grade in school (I didn't start my son in school at age five, but waited until he was six). They have the same group of friends, and they share the same interests.  Their rooms are on the lower level and we often hear guttural laughter coming from down below. They play practical jokes on each other all the time, and wrestle it out on the rec-room floor.

There is so much laughter in our home, thanks to my husband.  He's the funny bone in this family unit. I met him when we were both funeral directors at the same funeral home.  He made going to work an adventure everyday, and I can honestly say that I have never laughed so much at a job in my life. There are so many practical jokes that can be played in that environment, and he knew them all. When I was removing my first pace-maker from a deceased person, he had me convinced that I needed to be "grounded" and not touching the metal table as I cut the wire, or I would get a jolt.  I was so nervous as I put the scissors to the wire. As I closed my eyes and snipped the wire, Brad let out a yelp, and buckled over laughing as I almost jumped out of my skin.

I did get to the point when I had enough, though.  As I was pulling away from the funeral home in one of the marked vehicles, Brad decided to find the extra set of keys in the garage and set off the panic button on the car I was driving.  I had no idea how to shut it off, and had to drive around the block of a busy downtown district with my lights and horn going crazy. Needless to say, I attracted a lot of attention to me and the funeral home. However, when I marched up the stairs to the manager's office to get Brad fired, he just laughed and said he would check into it...yeah, right.

I ended up marrying this trouble-maker, and he has brought joy and peace to my life and this home ever since.  He's taught me and our kids to live, laugh and love. He's asked me to add a couple of more H adjectives to describe him, but I decided against it, as I don't have a content warning on here.

Here's to happy homes, healthy kids, and a great sense of humor.