|Laughter Is Not for Sissies (standard:humor, 901 words)|
|Author: Godspenman||Added: Mar 13 2022||Views/Reads: 205/110||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Because of the great things God has done for me that has become the platform for healthy laughter in my life. Looking at my life from God’s perspective, there are many things that would induce laughter.|
Since birth, I have been infected with a Laughter-Virus. I'm not sure which side of the family it came from, or it could've come from both sides. But the least little thing will make me laugh. Sometimes I have a hard time stopping laughing. I have yet to find a mask big enough to cover my face while I'm laughing. If I am infectious with my laughter, so be it. It is one thing I can give to the people around me. I have been a laughter connoisseur for a very long time. The least little thing will make me break out in laughter. Sometimes at the most inappropriate time and place. But, what can I do? Laughter is laughter. I have enjoyed my years of laughter and expect many more to come. Although I believe laughter to be very good and healthy, I must confess that sometimes my laughter has gotten me into trouble, especially with The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage. Not long ago, she came into the living room with a worried look on her face and asked me, “Do you know where my glasses are?” I immediately began to laugh because I assumed this was a joke. The reason I assumed it was because her glasses were on the top of her head. She looked at me, “Why are you laughing? Do you know where my glasses are? This is a serious question.” It's moments like this that are very difficult for me to stop laughing. I had to suppress my laughter because I did not know exactly what she was getting at. Wives always have a way of tricking their husbands into doing something. Believe me, I have been tricked quite a few times throughout the years of our marital bliss. She turned around quickly and walked away, muttering something to the effect of, “Why is he laughing at me?” A few minutes later, she came back wearing her glasses and said rather firmly, “Why didn't you tell me my glasses were on the top of my head?” With a smothered smile, I looked at her and said, “I thought you were just trying to trick me.” Looking back at me, she smiled one of those suspicious smiles, turned around, and walked out. I couldn't help but smile, which eventually turned into laughter. But as everybody knows, what goes around comes around. Last Thursday was a long day, and I finally got home, walked into the living room, my wife looked at me very strangely and said, “You did not have a jelly donut anytime today, did you?” With a hearty laugh, I responded by saying, “Of course not. You know I don't eat donuts during the day?” And I laughed most heartily. “You sure about that?” She said on the edge of laughing. I laughed and shook my head, and started to walk away. “Well then,” she said rather slowly, “it looks like your shirt had a donut without you knowing it.” I stopped in my tracks, looked down at my shirt, and there it was. A drop of jelly from a donut. According to the evidence, I must've had a donut that day. I tried to laugh it off, but in a very stern voice, she said, “That is not funny. Stop your laughing.” Laughing does have a way of getting you into trouble; at least, that has Click here to read the rest of this story (38 more lines)
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