Why I Laugh. By themischievousannaApril 20, 2015 ( 5 ) My life made a joke, And that joke was me But I am okay, I like jokes anyway. Share this:Share on TumblrTweetMoreEmailPrintPocketLike this:Like Loading... Categories: Inspiration, WritingTags: art, fiction&poetry, humor, inspiration, life, lifestyle, philosophy, poetry, writing Related Articles The Barrier that Hugged. By themischievousannaOctober 29, 2020 Quiet shock. By themischievousannaFebruary 24, 2020 Kept Deep. By themischievousannaFebruary 23, 2020 ( 1 ) 5 comments › Donna April 20, 2015 • 12:12 am If we can laugh at ourselves it is good LikeLiked by 1 person Reply ↓ spartacus2030 April 20, 2015 • 3:59 am Sometimes my cat will come into the room, see something I can’t, and run out in a panic. All the same, I run right out after him! I like doggy kisses :O) LikeLiked by 1 person Reply ↓ "Bethie" April 20, 2015 • 5:53 am Well done. Sadly, I’m not okay. Guess it’s because all my pets are in heaven. Then again, maybe I’m just not okay. LikeLike Reply ↓ davidprosser April 20, 2015 • 6:25 am It’s good to be able to laugh at ourselves. It stings less when someone else does it that way. xxx Huge Hugs xxx LikeLiked by 1 person Reply ↓ ErikaKind April 20, 2015 • 8:32 am Yes, we must never lose our humor sense for irony… 😉 LikeLiked by 2 people Reply ↓ Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email.