BLACK HUMOR DAY

Since I was a kid, one of the signs that shown I was dealing quite safe with a tragic situation was that I was able to Laugh about it.
And Black (and sick) humor has always been sort of way out to all the crap I have inside...

This morning, while all was about HOPE (see my last post) a tragedy started my day...
Remember the woman we had to hire to clean and turn my room into a bubble to avoid viruses and stuff while I´m gettting the new tratment? well, apparently, her father, while going back home from work, decided to take a bus, made a bad step on its stairs, fell down and died instantly when his head hit the street... oh boy...

TRAGIC UH?

but I couldn´t stop laughing thinking "oh stoopid ol´man, and you decided to take that bus now???"

Then, while chatting with my hubby I just couldn´t avoid to make jokes such as:

"Hello Mr Saint Peter, Sir, I was just taking the 64 to Alvear Avenue and I got lost... is Alvear near this cloud?"
or
"Benny thought he was taking the 64 bus to Alvear Avenue....but he was really taking the bus... to THE TWIGLIGHT ZONE... TIRU-LIRU-TIRU-LIRU-TIRU-LIRU..."

Then, after getting my hubby sick.. (he knows so well how to deal with me)

Pablo, my friend(ANGEL) from Parana, the Riverside, came up on MSN after months of not having a clue of what was happenning to me...

He´s a professional up-beater, and he can steal a smile from a statue .
Since we first met, about 10 years ago, we´ve shared, between a thousand things, this sick ability of turning everything into a big comedy show, (including my illness).

SO NOW FOR YOUR OWN ENTERTAINTMENT, I´M GOING TO TRANSCRIBE SOME OF THE DIALOGUE WE HAD THIS MORNING.

Pablo_(about the set of pictures we made last week with Alejandra Kalnisky )They are terrific, she´s a magnificent photographer

Ian: Yes she is, and you know what? she called me last night, we talked for an hour about new projects...

P_ really? are you planning to take more pictures together?

I_ Yes, but I had to ask her to hurry up...

P_ to hurry up? why?

I_ cuz if I´m becoming a plant, and she won´t rush, it will be easyer for her just to go to the Botanic Gardens and take shots of vegetal landscapes, they´d be more pretty than me as a veggy ...

P_ or maybe to the Recoleta Cemetery...

I_ Pablo, I´m not dying, I´m just going into a comma...

P_ no, I´m talking about the moment when we´ll have to unplugged you...

I_ oh, I see....

P_there are people waiting in line to do that...

I_ oh yes, they love me....

P_ oh sweety, let´s get serious, if you will become a plant I would cut you into a thousand pieces to make new lil´plants of you...

I_ oh baby, that´s so sweet!"... but the least thing this world needs is an invasion of an army of lil´fags...

P_ oh hell, you are right! what a nightmare!

I_ why don´t you just take the juice of me and start selling creams as if I were aloe vera?

P_ that´s a good one!... then hurry up and die bitch, and I´ll be rich.

I_ oh, I love you too...