noun \ˈmis-ˌfit also ˌmis-ˈfit\
: a person who is different from other people and who does not seem to belong in a particular group or situation.
That is how Webster’s Dictionary defines the word “misfit.”
I define that word in a much different manner. Misfits: My friends.
My friends are such a wonderful group of people. I am so fortunate to have them all in my life for so many reasons, and am lucky that each friend brings something different to my life. Are they misfits? Yes, in the sense that they are all wonderfully different, but not in the sense that they don’t belong. They all belong to one exclusive group: my circle of friends.
Among my friends is my dear friend Christine, who is lucky in one way my other friends aren’t: she gets to spend eight hours every day sitting right next to me at work. Now I know most people have to deal with less than desirable coworkers, but I am fortunate. In my direct office I have the pleasure of working and laughing with one of my dear friends on a daily basis. Christine and I get along for a variety of reasons, but our sense of humor is clearly what everyone notices first. We are ridiculous, sarcastic, and somewhat demented with no topic off limits. By far, the most exceptional qualities when evaluating one’s sense of humor.
This week has been a bit rough for me, so I have been seeking out laughs…even more than usual. As always, Christine came through with a hilarious little gem that she shared with me last night. I’ll admit…I watched it four times initially….and again today…and again this evening. Much like the joy Sweet Brown’s parody of “Ain’t Nobody Got Time Fo Dat” brought to my world, I have a feeling this one will be in my arsenal of go to funnies whenever I need a chuckle.
Thanks, Xtine, for always making me laugh…and to your dad for finding this. Ketchup, mustard, give me a squirt.