Writer’s Workshop. Laughter is What I’m Made Of.

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The other day, while sitting on the sidelines of #2’s basketball practice, #3 was completely disobeying my cardinal rule of playing with Mommy’s cell phone while age 4 and standing up.

I know, lots of kids like to play with cell phones, but since I’ve lost a plethora of similarly made objects in the past at the hands of small people who can’t keep their paws offa my stuff, I’m pretty adamant about this.

Except for when I’m otherwise engaged in a hilarious discussion with another parent (probably something to do with the fact that our sons are gangsta on the court). 

And then, apparently, it’s totally cool if he not only sticky-palms my phone to death, but also snaps random photos of me busting a gut…

When I wrestled it away from him I very nearly deleted this (and the seven others) on the spot.

I mean because obviously I look insane.  And ridiculous.  And was it really that funny?  Is anything?  I doubt it.

But for some reason I kept it.  Because I thought I sort of liked it?

Not enough to print it off and blow it up or anything (not only is guffawing not pretty on me, but it’s all blurry and cut off and my hands look like they belong to a quarterback), but enough to save it.

And, I guess, share it with the world the 18 of you who read this blog.

Because, as much as I’d love to deny it, that picture is SO me.

Guffawing my face off.  In public.  While sort of ignoring my kid. 

Totally me.

I make it my goal to live as happily as humanly possible.  And, in my poorly punctuated book that means I get to laugh heartily, smile widely, and pretend my child is not picking his nose during a basketball game being annoying.

The full fledged happiness doesn’t happen every day, and some times I sorta feel like it’s never gonna happen again, but I try.

I smile a lot (I’ve heard what frown lines do to one’s face in old age and I’d love to have that perpetually smiling face that Julia Roberts rocks so hot); both genuinely and inappropriately. 

And I laugh just as much if not more.

Loudly, and sometimes inappropriately (but I try to make my inappropriate laughs more snickering-behind-my-man-hands-to-block-my-shame-face then full out bustin’ a gut as seen here).

All I can say is life is funny (not always ha-ha funny, and sometimes just shoot-me-now funny, but still, funny).

The Dudes are funny (but usually only when they aren’t even trying to be).

And, seriously, way I see it, I’m pretty dang funny too.

The photo proves it y’all.

*Today’s post was inspired by Mama Kat and her awesome Writer’s Workshop without which I would probably be WAY less creative come Thursdays.

Tagged as: about me, getting to know dumb mom