I’m very grown up when it comes to laughing at myself.
Just ask my husband. He often says, “You think you’re funny even when no one else does.”
He’s right. I do.
That was, until the day our son walked into the living room and said, “Wow, that looks like one sick bumblebee.”
He was talking about my still-had-the-tags-on-it top, right out of the bag from shopping that afternoon. I like stripes, and I thought my new top would be a perfect match with black pants. I have to admit, after our son called attention to it, the lime green did resemble a queasy yellow, but I wore it that evening anyway.
However, after that, it hung unworn in my closet for more than a year.
Cleaning out clothes one Saturday, I took my sickly garment off the hanger to put in the give away pile. I figured there was no need to look at it any longer, hoping I’d forget what our son said. I hated the money I wasted and the practical purchase gone bad.
I unexpectedly laughed out loud. I was standing in my closet alone and rehearsing the long ago scene. I felt a bit sorry for myself until, for some reason, I got tickled. I started giggling. I laughed till I cried. I laughed so hard I snorted at least once. I sat on the floor and laughed some more.
I wore the top to dinner that night. And again the next week. Two days later. And the week after that.
It washes very nicely, by the way.
I wore it last week to meet one of my editors at a coffee house. Getting out of my car, I noticed a fellow wearing a striped polo shirt the exact same colors. I came close to asking if we could get a picture together for this post, but thought he may not be as mature as me – he may not see the humor. I got tickled about that too.
No, not tickled pink … tickled green.
Is there something you can laugh about now that didn’t seem funny before?
WRite wHere I’m supposed to be – Instead of being sick and tired, may laughter change anything and everything in life that needs an adjustment.