I love to laugh. Really laugh, as in from the diaphragm. It feels really good. Sometimes I will become hysterical over the silliest things, like a crack Sofia makes on The Golden Girls or the funny faces Jim and Pam make on re-runs of The Office.
When I saw Bill Cosby’s Las Vegas show about 25 years ago, I was practically rolling on the floor. Bill takes himself too seriously now, but he sure was funny back in the day.
It’s sometimes embarrassing to be walking down the street alone, think of something amusing and feel a big laugh coming on. Thank goodness, that doesn’t happen too often.
I never thought clowns were funny as a kid, and I wasn’t a big fan of Abbott and Costello, Lucille Ball or The Three Stooges, but I adored Jackie Gleason Groucho Marx, Carol Burnett, Carl Reiner and Mel Brooks. My dad and I would listen to Brooks’ 2000 Year Old Man routines over and over and laugh every single time.
Yesterday my FOF friend, Leigh, emailed me a link to a You Tube video with this message: “Hi Geri, Just in case you haven’t seen this woman, laughed so hard ‘my water broke and I’m not even pregnant!’ What an FOF.”