I don’t feel like laughing every day, but it sure beats crying! Not to say I haven’t cried a few rivers in my life, I just like laughing better. I like it so much that I even laugh at myself. Like the time I was jogging in the pouring rain and nearly plowed into a telephone pole. And the time I thought my tire required fifty cents worth of air and blew it to smithereens! And the time my oldest grandson and I were horsing around in the mall and he pushed me into a rack of clothes and I sprawled on the floor.
Then there was that time my sister-in-law and I were in K Mart looking at silly pictures in a book entitled “100 Ways to Use a Dead Cat.” We laughed so hard that a crowd of people gathered in the isle laughing with us.
But my all-time favorite was when my husband and I were in Mayberry. I saw a lady that I hadn’t seen in years and stopped to talk to her. When I asked where her husband was she mumbled something that I didn’t understand. so I asked again. When I still didn’t understand she blurted, “Honey, He’s dead!”
This couple was always together: at church, the grocery store, the mall; everywhere. The thought of one ever being without the other never crossed my mind.
“D E A D!!!!” I blurted. When did that happen??
My husband rushed to a far away booth leaving me standing there looking like an idiot all by myself. I offered my sincere condolences and hurried to the booth where my husband was bouncing up and down with laughter.
He who cannot laugh at himself should never laugh at others.
Straight from the Heart 