What do you do on Friday nights?

OK, things have been WAY too serious in my little blog world as of late. Lots of emotion, lots of decisions, lots of ... yeah, that's it. It's time for some laughs of the belly-aching variety.

Some people have parties on Friday night. Some go to the movies or out to dinner. So what do we do in our house? Forget the movies -- we can't afford it. Forget the parties. Forget the kegs. Forget the masses of people. All you really need is a Grandma-Cancer-Survivor and her trusty wig to provide hilarious entertainment.

It first started with a joke. A knock-knock joke, to be exact. Aidan threw out a few of his favorites:

Knock-knock.
Who's there?
Amos.
Amos who?
Amos-quito bit me!

Then my mom thought she would join in. But here's the thing -- my mom is still suffering from a condition called "chemo-brain" where ... well, your brain just doesn't always work the way you want it to. Here's her knock-knock joke:

Knock-knock.
Who's there?
Orange.
Orange who?

Knock-knock
Who's there?
Orange.
Orange who?

Knock-knock.
Who's there?
Banana.
Banana who?

Orange you glad I didn't say ... orange?

I'm still laughing over that one, even as I type. It's not the joke that's funny -- it's the chemo-brain version of it. Grab the tissues -- the tears were rolling.

Next came ... well, there are just no words to describe it so pictures will have to suffice.

I can't remember the last time I laughed so hard.

Pictures of a dorky family? Perhaps.
Pictures of a family loving each other and having boundless fun?
Absolutely.

It's a great way to laugh in the face of cancer.
It's a great way to spend Friday night.