It's a custom among we dead baby parents to share mementos in honor of one another's children. So my wife went out into our untouched snow and wrote the names of Joel and other children we have come to know of through our DB-family.
After posting pics, she noted if any were missing, to please let her know.
Her friend, with two living children, asked to have her kids added.
We immediately called the police.
That, ladies and gentlemen, is a joke. Well, the snow pictures aren't. She really made them and they are really sweet.
As for the joke, it may be the only one I've written yet with a clear punchline. This concerns me since my "light" I spoke of in the last blog entry so long ago was that I have finally taken the plunge and started trying to work open mic nights at the local comedy club. So far I have only performed once, and I wasn't boo'ed off stage, so I guess thats a good sign.
Don't worry though, I'm not taking the dead baby stuff to the stage. Don't think I'm quite funny enough to bring 'em back from such a serious topic. But who knows, maybe one day?