I would even go so far to say that Humor is in your genes, an inheritable factor passed down from generations of others that see the funny side for what it really is the “spice of life”. Everyone isn’t gifted with it, nor are some even effected by a hilarity of sorts and some of us can’t re-tale a tale that was comical to most , which becomes quirky to others.
My Mom had a quick wit, my oldest bother had it , two of my sons have it, me every once in while I can come up with something to at least make you smile. What is quick wit? the ability to think fast with a comeback line or to make a single conversation into a hilarious situation that will make you laugh so hard tears run down your face, or If your like me I laugh so hard I feel like I might pee my pants.
When my two boys get together their humor feeds off one another, which usually keeps us all in “stiches” or leaving the room to compose ourselves, but really what does humor have to do with anything in our lives? I’ll tell you lately I’ve been trying to teach my self to find humor in everything that irritates me, especially with others, however some are harder to find.
I was going through some papers the other day and found a letter written to me from my Mom, she wrote in the letter how things were going for her a typical letter from a parent, a small sheet of note pad paper lay inside this letter, again I read it as I had never read it before. Of course it was humorous but it brought such joy to see her hand writing and feel her wit through her writing. I’m sharing it with you today, from a lady that could find humor in just about everything, something I’m hoping I can get better at, because I find it makes you happy and If your having a bad day, then laughter is the key.
I can’t say for sure where Mom got this or If she wrote it, although it wouldn’t suprise me she was always writing things down, either way I hope you enjoy it from a grand lady that was a hoot!
“With time, women gain weight because we accumulate so much information & wisdom in our heads that when there is no more room, it distrubutes out to the rest of our bodies. So we aren’t heavy, we are enormously cultured, educated and happy. Begining today, when I look at my butt in the mirror I think good grief look how smart I am! Must be where the expression “Smart Ass” came from?