Tonight I’m giving a Toastmasters speech about our newest endevor. The great thing about our daily walks is that today I can practice my speech while on my walk.  I think the thing I struggle most with in speeches is adding humor or a certain sense of lightheartedness - ironic considering the people closest to me find me fairly humorous these days (and I’m always surprised when they do).  And that thought leads me to another thought… I’m being totally serious when I say, Meagan, that I think you’re a major role player in my sense of humor.

I know what you’re thinking, “Good lord, if that’s the case I coulda done better.”  Well, considering my mother has literally no sense of sarcasam, it’s a big step.  Anyway, the reason I say this is because I’m reminded of our days in highschool.  Specifically, I’m reminded of “Couch Talk” during film class.  I don’t know if it is something I realized then, conciously, or just something that dawned on me years later, but you were so funny.  You had a wit about you…a certain sense of irony, sarcasm, sassyness and “I don’t give a shit-ness” that a young lady of that age doesn’t normally have.  I picked up on it.  Today I find myself snapping back with whity lines, jabbing flirtateously in conversation, or even saying something so off celter that it makes the room turn with an expression of, “did she seriously just say that?”  And that’s when I think of you. 

Thank you, oh wise wrangler of wit!