Thankful? For seeing an old, wrinkled, nekkid man (how we say it down in these parts)?
No! Not thankful for seeing an old, wrinkled, nekkid man! I'm thankful for the gift of laughter. I come from a long line of folks that love to laugh. Big goofs that love nothing better than to tell stories, and not just any stories, but stories that will make you howl. I come from a family of one-liners. Normal, educated individuals that are quicker with the one-liners than some of our best comedians.
And it doesn't really matter what sort of gathering or event it is, there is something to laugh about. There always is!
On July 4th, of all days, when we saw the old, nekkid man mowing his lawn ... in broad daylight, we laughed the rest of the day about that. Every ounce of conversation we had seem to revolve around that incident, and there was more than one time, one of us came close to wetting our pants ... for some of us, it's easier to come close to doing than others of us.
I'm blessed. I'm blessed that despite the circumstances, I can find the humor in life. It is the best medicine of all ...