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.....and a Time to Laugh

A woman gets on a bus with her baby. The bus driver says: "That's the ugliest baby that I've ever seen. Ugh!" The woman goes to the rear of the bus and sits down, fuming. She says to a man next to her: "The driver just insulted me!" The man says: "You go right up there and tell him off—go ahead, I'll hold your monkey for you."
 


Laughing makes us feel better.  In a world where medical miracles happen every day, where DNA has been mapped, where severed appendages can be reattached, researchers can't figure out much about laughing.  We know that laughing stretches muscles and boosts heart rate.  We know that it decreases stress, which improves immunity and our attitudes.  Some say laughing burns more calories than a workout.

One of my goals is to laugh out loud every day just because it makes me feel better.  Most days, it is easy with my amusing crowd of peeps.  Then, there are days when particular people can make me laugh until I am snorting and leaking (You know who you are!)   I don't know why, but I always sleep better after that happens.

There are some episodes in my past that bring instant laughter when I think about them.  These may not be funny to anyone else, 'cause sometimes you just had to be there.  Like the time Carol Ann and I were trying to leave a Shoney's parking lot and someone had blocked the exit.  We drove around and around trying to get out of there.  The funny thing was that we had a caravan of cars following us.  Carol Ann was driving and managed to control herself until we were able to find an exit.

Another time, I was living in an apartment in Mobile and BG and my 'lil ole sister came to see me.  BG got up early and was going to make coffee.  Unfamiliar with the layout, instead of turning on the light over the sink, she turned on the garbage disposal.  I heard the grinding from my bedroom and yelled, "You have to put some beans in it first!"  BG thought I had absolutely lost it.

One gloomy day this past January, I went to bed feeling pretty sad.  My bad knee was swollen so much my leg resembled a utility pole, and my sinus cavities were burning between coughs, and I was pretty sure I was going to die.  I turned the TV on and there was the Duck Dynasty episode where Phil, Miss Kay, and Willie went looking for a new mattress.  In no time, I was laughing and feeling much better.

Scripture is never wrong. NEVER!
 
A merry heart doeth good like a medicine: but a broken spirit drieth the bones. Proverbs 17:22

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