Humor

There are times in my life that I question my own sense of humor....is it dark? irreverent? impish? a coping mechanism?

On Saturday, I picked our mail out of the box and noticed two envelopes from Aquinas college. No big deal, Melinda and I both receive mail from them.

Then I noticed the first was addressed to:

The Parents of
Marni J. Rose

I actually thought my glasses were giving me problems....adjusted them and looked again.

Nope, still "parent of Marni j. Rose"

The next envelope was addressed to me .... notifying me I had made the Dean's list...that was nice.

Later as I'm telling Bob and Melinda, I started to laugh and then explained myself. My thought is to send the envelope back to the college in a separate enveloped with the following note to the mailroom:

To whom it may concern:

Please forward all future correspondence to the Parents of Marni J Rose to:

St. Anthony's Cemetery
2345 Erie Road
Temperance MI

attn: Plot 338

Please do not expect a speedy response.

See why I question my humor?