sometimes you have to go looking for that silver lining

I am aware that I have not been my cheerful self for some time. I'd like to blame it on the winter, but rather than suffering from SAD, I'm more of a sad act. Still, there are things to find humour in, if you really want to and right now I really want to.

Mr McMuffin and I haven't blogged about the visit last weekend from the not so evil Middle Brother McMuffin and his partner. This is probably because it was a bit of a disaster, thanks to MB McMuffin consuming large quantities of alcohol and becoming a bad drunk. Despite the rest of us trying to keep things under control, MB McMuffin wasn't happy until he had gone through the hectoring stage of drunkeness, followed by the self pitying sobs required for the final stage. Somewhere between the hectoring and the sobbing, I had to try very hard to keep a straight face and not laugh out loud. The conversation went something like this:

Middle Brother McM: (very slurred) I'll never tell you what the rest of the family say about you.
Me: (perkily) That's probably a good thing. I don't mind what they say, as long as I never hear it!
MB McM: (in tones of sincerity) Well, I'm not going to say anything. I've always got on really well with you. I don't think you're a snob or that you look down on the rest of us. I've always liked you and thought you were good for my brother. I think you've got good judgement.
Me: (playing it straight) Thanks, that's nice of you and I'm relieved you didn't tell me what the others think of me.
MB McM: That's alright, I didn't want to upset you.

This weekend, Mr McMuffin has been a good housekeeper and hoovered downstairs. I lugged the hoover upstairs and started to vacuum the landing. All of a sudden it was as if I'd found myself in one of those awful smoking areas at airports, the stench was overwhelming. I went downstairs to change the hoover bag and have a little chat with Mr McMuffin.

Me: Did you do something stupid with the hoover?
Mr McM: (looking guilty and making me wonder what other stupid things he does with hoovers) What? What's wrong?
Me: Did you hoover something up that you should have thrown in the bin?
Mr McM: No, it wasn't me. I couldn't stop him.
Me: Who? Oh, Dear God, you're not going to blame the cat again, are you?
Mr McM: But it was Slinky. He wanted to help me clean up. I told him not to clean the ashtray with the vacuum cleaner.
Me: So you expect me to believe it was Slinky?
Mr McM: Well, I didn't want to grass him up, because he said he was sorry and wouldn't do it again. He only wanted to help.
Me: Um, well OK then.