Laughter is a tranquilizer with no side effects. ~Arnold Glasow
Laughter really is the best medicine. I can have a really crummy day, and then share a laugh over some silly anecdote and magically all is well with my world.
I not only come from a family of jokers, but I live in a house of them as well. Needless to say, I usually don’t have to go far for laughter. I can be working on my computer and listen to one of my children or my husband cracking up over something on the television or on their own computers. It is music to my ears. It is satisfying to hear happiness from the people I love the most in this world.
I regret to say that I am not nearly as funny as some of my family members. While I can be quite silly at times, I’m not usually as quick with comebacks. However, when my siblings and I get together, we usually toss them right and left. I am usually the one that gets smacked down and comes back with a retort a little too late! I am also the one who sometimes gets the joke a bit later. But hey, at least I get it eventually!
At any rate, the best thing in the world is having someone who gets you, and your quirky sense of humor. My kids might think I’m off the wall at times but they know exactly what I’m talking about. And Dirt Man, let’s say we absolutely share the same sense of humor. Sometimes, things tickle us that don’t tickle the average person.
One of the best things in the world is having a great friend and sister who does get your sense of humor, even if it is because hers is just as warped! Peggy and I usually call each other or send texts of the stupid things we do because we know the other will get a kick out of it. The average person might find us a tad bit odd, but we relate because it’s usually something the other one would or could have been guilty of as well! I was talking to her last night while I was walking the dog, and said, “Excuse me a second here. I just fell in a ditch.” She was dying laughing while I was stepping out and continuing the conversation as if nothing had happened. Then later I realized a foot in mouth moment I’d had earlier in the day, so I absolutely had to call her back to let her get a good laugh at my expense. I mean after all, she’d do it for me.
An example of Peg and my silliness is when she sent me a text with a photo of herself missing her front tooth(crown). We texted back and forth for hours while she was in the dental chair. I teased her that I’d placed her picture on Facebook and opened a contest offering a prize for whoever could guess which of my three sisters it was! Of course, I never did this, but I sure had fun ribbing her. I wish I was as quick witted as she is. She totally cracks me up. I am guaranteed to feel better if I call her.
Sometimes, my laughter is most inappropriate. Have you ever gotten the giggles during a lecture, sermon, or even a funeral? Or worse, have you laughed when a loved one got hurt? I think I’ve done all of those things. There was a time at a funeral or some sort of service that my friend’s bra fell off. Seriously, it was strapless and snapped in the front. It popped and fell at her feet while standing to sing a hymn. She scooped it up with one foot and slipped it in her purse.
There was an episode in my house that should by all means pin me as the absolute worst mother in the entire world. When my youngest son was about ten, he stepped off the bottom step into the den and stepped onto a Ninja Turtle magazine. It was slow motion, one leg in the air, the other firmly planted on Donatello, both arms outstretched and flying across the den, landing into and halfway underneath the sofa. I swear it was so comical, I could not help myself. I was trying so hard to stifle the image of him sailing across the room AND my giggles to see if he was ok. He had hurt his shin, and was crying. I think he was crying equally from physical pain and emotional distress that his mother could actually humiliate him like that.
Then, there was the time that my husband rode his bike to pick up some videos. (Remember the old VHS tapes?) When he got home, he walked in carrying a blown out flip flop, damaged video cases…not to mention his pride and he was scraped up and bloody. As he was telling me how his flip flop blew out and he went flying over the handlebars and nearly killed himself, I doubled over in laughter envisioning the flip flop flying one way, the tapes the other way and him flying through the air. And then there was the time, he broke his ankle showing off with the kids while playing basketball…yes, I am the idiotic wife who could not stop laughing. What the heck is wrong with me?!
I love laughing. I even love laughing until my side hurts. However, I do not enjoy laughing so hard I pee myself…not that it has ever happened to me. Or that I’ve ever laughed so hard I snorted, farted, or coughed my tea through my nose. No, I’ve NEVER done any of those things, HA! I would end this post with a joke, but I’d probably forget or mess up the punch line and you’d be shaking your head. So anyway, I hope your day is filled with love and laughter. And most of all, I hope that if any of your friends or family members get hurt, that you can control your laughter.
What soap is to the body, laughter is to the soul. ~Yiddish Proverb