God has a sense of humor.

I really, truly believe that God has a sense of humor.
But really, He has to. God created us, and He created our emotions, and we are created in His image. However, He is perfect, and we are not, therefore, He has perfect control over His emotions, when we do not. He would definitely have the best sense of humor, I'm entirely certain of that. He probably has the best jokes ever.
I can't wait for the millennium.
I bring this up because of something that happened to me last night.
Life is incredibly difficult, as we all know. We all face different trials and challenges and hardship, and the Lord knows and understands this. Well, I've been having just one of those weeks (or two); it's just been tough. I know the Lord understands, though, so I do my best to keep a positive attitude about things and find things to be happy and cheerful about. And this is why I know God has a sense of humor.
Last night I had to go pick up my sister from her friend's house, and I had to run to Walmart to pick something up. We only have one car now, since my other car got stolen a couple weeks ago, so there is much dropping off and picking up of various people to various places. I had just gotten home from Family Home Evening, and I was the only one dressed, so my parents asked if I could go pick up my sister, so I said yes. I picked her up and we went over to Walmart together. I had taken my dad's truck, since my BMW (my non-stolen car) was expired and I didn't want to risk getting pulled over.
As we pulled into the Walmart parking lot, I zeroed in on a spot, made a beeline for it and proceeded to park the truck.
Parking a truck is very different than parking a little bitty four-door sedan. Oh, so very different.
I was turning right into this parking spot, and there was a mini-van parked directly to the right of it, and on the left side of the parking spot there were four carts, three of which were hooked together. I knew I wasn't going to be able to make this turn without hitting the carts, but I thought, what the heck, they're just carts, and there aren't any cars around for them to hit if they roll anywhere, so I nicked them just enough to where I could get into my spot.
Well, I had only left about a foot of room between myself and the mini van to the right.
Oops.
To my left I'm suddenly watching these three carts roll backwards and slowly pick up speed... apparently I had hit them just right. I'm watching in the side view mirror as these carts gain speed as they make their way toward the road. Meanwhile, the owner of the mini van is impatiently waiting for me to move so he can get into his van. By now the carts have gained the speed they need to apparently flip around and head straight into oncoming traffic, causing quite a pileup of cars. I'm really trying to focus on the Indian man that wants to get into his van, but I really can't keep it together, because I'm watching these three carts as they travel down the street. They seriously look like they are being pushed by invisible people.
My sister and I are in tears laughing our heads off.
And then someone pulls into the spot to my left. My Indian friend is still waiting to get into his car, so I motion to the black lady that parked to my left that she can go, but she shakes her head and stares at me with wide eyes, muttering under her breath. I am entirely certain she was either terrified out of her mind or she was counteracting my black magic, as she must have thought those carts were being propelled by some evil force of my own.
I'm still in tears of laughter.
I finally pull myself together enough to straighten out the truck so my Indian friend can leave. And leave he does. I'm sure he thought we were psychotic. He saw those runaway carts too, and I'm entirely sure he was under the same impression that our black lady friend was, whatever that was.
But I really don't care, because I had the time of my life. That honestly may have been, hands down, one of the funniest things that has ever happened to me in my entire life thus far.
When my sister and I got out of the car, we about lost ourselves again when we saw the three carts, still hooked together, sitting in the middle of the street way at the bottom.
And thus, God has a sense of humor. I'm sure He knew I was in need of a pick-me-up. Also, I'm sure he has some pretty comical angels out there (Bob Hope, anyone?) and let's be honest, if you were a dead funny man, wouldn't you love doing things like that? Yeah, I'm pretty sure Bob Hope was pushing those carts of mine just for my merriment :) and merry I was that night.

Cheers, readers.
Notice the fun things in life, huh? Good. Ok. Class dismissed.