I am not COMPLETELY humorless...

There were a bunch of things I considered for my blog topic today--Thanksgiving coming to mind, primarily, and all that I'm thankful for. And the Jello salad that I brought to work today that I'm apparently the only one interested in. Then I thought that those thoughts might be better spent in a blog tomorrow, assuming I get to it, detailing all the things I'm "thankful" for at this time of year.

So I thought I'd examine, in my serious way, the fact that even though it's debatable sometimes--I think I can be sorta funny. Sometimes. Not really…but sometimes. I'm Tiff…with funny observations, moodiness, and all around just…Tiff.

Anyway, so I was floating around the internet today when I happened upon the comics of Pat Bagley. Pat's a cartoonist for the Utah paper, The Salt Lake Tribune, which I wrote to earlier this weekend regarding some stupid shakeups going on in the Salt Lake City Police Department. Even though I'm no longer a Utahan by location, I am by heart, and I hold dearly some of the little familiarities of my past life.

Anyway, it was delightful to come across his website, as it reminded me of a childhood incident involving him (which I'm really surprised I even remember). Bagley was visiting my element school, Hannah Holbrook Elementary, for a school assembly. This was back when Hannah Holbrook's students were the "hooters" (changed for obvious reasons, but the mascot an owl--not a gigantic pair of breasts), but that's another story.

The entire school was gathered in the multi-purpose room for the assembly. I can't for the life of me remember what Pat Bagley was doing, or what message he was supposed to impart, but I know that for part of the assembly, he would draw little cartoons on a huge sheet of paper, fill in the statement bubbles partially, and then call upon the audience to finish the statements of his characters. The kid who could correctly finish the statement would win the original Bagley work (not that any kid would have cared at the time, because it really held no value).

I had to have been in the second or third grade for this…as I remember sitting near the back of the room (where they would sit the "bigger" kids, so that the littler kids could see). It was one of the last drawings he did--a monster couple (like squat, little fuzzy monsters) who were married and having a discussion. The wife monster, a bow in her hair and a mirror in her hand, asked the husband monster, "What do you love most about me? My good looks or my style?" The husband monster, rolling his eyes, said back, "Your ____ of ____."

Now this might be a very simple joke to an adult. To a kid though…kids don't think about being insincere or sarcastic. Me…I didn't usually…but in this case, a thought struck me. Everyone in the room was raising their hand, got called on, and no one got it. Finally…the dude came up to me, and I completed the sentence, "Your sense of humor."

Low and behold, I was right! I was so right, that I did, in fact, get that spiffy poster. I have no clue where it is anymore, and in fact, I'm pretty sure it was destroyed at some point--I but I won it! Yay for validation that I'm not completely humorless.

I don't know what the whole point of that blog was…but more or less just to kill time at work…

Tiffiny