Next time we have a battle of wits, I’ll arrive fully armed


I am blessed with a very quick wit and I love making people laugh.  There is something truly endearing about changing the mood in a room with a few well placed lines of humor.  There is a palpable shift in energy and I like knowing that I am able to affect that energy.

As a teenager I used humor as a defense mechanism but as I grew out of that awkward phase I realized what a gift humor had become.  However, I am the first to admit when I am out-witted.  I try my absolute best to use my humor to spar with others of like minds but there are moments I feel I have not packed my full arsenal of quips and leave the room bested by another’s witty repartee.  I never see this as a loss, mind you, because the other people in the room still leave with a smile on their face and, if all has gone extremely well, some sore ribs and stomach muscles.


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Being a goofball has its advantages and I am always striving to better my repertoire of amusing anecdotes.  Sparring with someone who has packed a bigger stockpile of witticism only makes me want to reload my depository and come better prepared for the next battle of wits.

The sharpener is ready to hone my sarcasm and my wit is a bubbling cauldron waiting to be stirred.  I am prepped for battle.

Laugh from your toes


Life has the capacity to throw us a lot of curve balls and present us with a multitude of precipitous obstacles.  Sadly, many of our emotions are born of frustration, angst and anger. But there are rare glimpses into something wonderful. A moment that begins with a smile, turns into a giggle and takes over our body, doubling us over with infectious laughter.  Our cheeks burn with crimson, our eyes well and tears stream down our face, but we can’t seem to stop that ‘roll in the aisles’ guffaw.

Minutes go by that we are hunched over, clutching our ribs.  We give every effort to try to catch our breath, but our uncontrollable laughter makes us laugh even more, sometimes forgetting what we were in stitches about in the first place.  Now we are laughing at ourselves for laughing so hard.  Our ribs now burn, our muscles contract, our face is saturated with saline and we can hardly catch our breath.  Those around us who have not been privy to the initial joke find themselves laughing along with us because the sense of joy is all-consuming.

These are moments to be cherished.  They don’t come along as often as they should for most people, but if we have the chance to lose ourselves in laughter, we shouldn’t let that moment pass us by.  We need to learn to let ourselves go and enjoy that feeling of utter helplessness as we laugh ourselves silly.  A laugh, not just a giggle, but a good belly laugh that comes from our toes is some of the best and most affordable medicine!!

We may not remember what we were laughing at, but we will remember the feeling of escape and utter happiness and ultimately crave that feeling again.

When was the last time you had a full breakdown of side-splitting laughter?