Anywho, I digress …

Funnier than you think

Every year or so, I start to laugh and …. well, it gets out of hand.  Some would call it hysteria.  I like to think of it as uncontrollable mirth.  That is not to say that I only laugh every year or so!  I laugh quite a bit 😀

I often scare people in the card shop when I come across a particularly funny card and start to titter.  Last year, I found a really good birthday card with a stork theme that cracked me up.  You know who you are 😉

Anywho, I digress …

This morning, I came across the Cake Wrecks blog.  It was amusing.  And then I came across this post.  I laughed so hard that I couldn’t breath.  I have no idea why the poorly decorated cake (see left) made me suffer from uncontrollable mirth, but it did.  The caption on the following picture – “Jumping poo-streaked gingerbread” – caused near asphyxiation.

I clearly remember the first time I was hit by uncontrollable mirth – I was about 10 years old, helping with the wiping up after dinner.  I was putting a knife in the cutlery drawer and I started to laugh…. It took me quite a while to stop, neatly coinciding with the end of the tiresome task of wiping up.  Yey!

Shortly after that, I discovered Dennis Norden and “It’ll be alright on the night“.  More recently, Alan had a profound effect on me.

It appears that much of what makes me prone to uncontrollable mirth isn’t all that funny to others – there’s not too much to laugh at with cutlery.  However, when I laugh, others laugh too.  So either they see it, or I look like such a boob when I am laughing, they can’t help it.  I hope for the former, but fear it’s the latter 😉

Oh, uncontrollable mirth.  Never leave me!

Lisa.