Not Everything in Life is Funny (standard:humor, 903 words)
Author: Godspenman	Added: Oct 03 2026	Views/Reads: 0/0	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
To me, no medicine is better than a “merry heart.” Sometimes it takes effort to have a merry heart, but it's worth it in the long run. The real challenge is knowing what I believe is funny. Sometimes I laugh at the wrong thing and suffer for it.

I'm the kind of person who finds a sliver of humor in just about
everything in life. If I can't laugh, I guess I'm not awake yet. 

The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage is not on board with my attitude.
It takes her quite a while to find something to laugh at. If only she 
could see my bathroom mirror in the morning, she could find something 
to laugh about. 

Several years ago, The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage and I
celebrated our birthdays which are two days apart. We went to a 
restaurant to celebrate. I told the waitress that we were celebrating 
our birthdays. 

She looked at me, smiled, and said, “Tell me, sir, how does it feel to
be old?” Then she laughed. 

Of course, I laughed back at her, then reached across the table and
began squeezing the arm of The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage. I 
looked back at the waitress and said, “It sure feels good.” The 
waitress and I were laughing, and the only one not laughing was sitting 
across the table from me. For some reason she didn't think it was 
funny. 

I worried she might bring it up on the way home, but she never did. 

I always find ways to turn something around and laugh at it. 

Often, The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage would start a conversation
by saying, “I was thinking...” 

Then, without thinking, I interrupted her and responded, “With what?”
Then I would laugh hysterically. Of course, I was the only one laughing 
at the time. She would look at me with one of “her looks,” and I could 
tell she was not laughing, even on the inside. 

Laughing has been one of my hobbies throughout life. If I can't laugh,
then what good is anything? So I make it a practice to find something 
to laugh about every day. 

After 55 years of marital bliss, I have had many occasions to laugh.
Even when people make fun of me, I join in the laughter, which is all 
right with me. 

Driving across town last week, The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage
was driving the Sissy Van. She was coming close to a red light, and 
being the knucklehead that I am, I said to her, “There's a red light, 
make sure you stop.” 

Looking at me, she said, “You think that is funny?” 

I must've, because I was laughing then. She, on the other hand, was not
laughing at all. Looking at me, she said, “Would you like to walk 
home?” 

The one thing that The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage is afraid of
is a cockroach. She sees one, grabs her broom, and chases it until she 
can get rid of it. 

Once, as we were going to bed, before she turned off the light, she saw
a cockroach right under her pillow. She had a screaming moment and then 
got her shoe and tried to kill that old cockroach. 

Upon getting rid of the cockroach, she looked at me and said, “Did you
plant that cockroach under my pillow?” 

Of course I shook my head in the negative, but as I thought about it,
that would've been a good plan for me to use. I had never thought of 
doing something like that. But it was another bullet in my arsenal. 

Several weeks later, I thought about that. In the kitchen, The Gracious
Mistress of the Parsonage had a box of sugar-free cookies, and I was 
only allowed one per day. 

I wanted my second sugar-free cookie, and I didn't know how to get it
without getting caught. The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage was in 


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