Not Thurman. (Though, she is beautiful.)
The sense of... kind.
The crack a smile, have a giggle, laugh 'til you snort stuff.
It's been a week.
A week of disappointments and delights.
I won't bore you with the details of the failings of my week.
They don't outnumber the laughs - and that's what matters.
As someone who spends a great deal of time with one foot lodged firmly in her mouth or stepping on someone's toes,
I am mastering the art of turning pain into a punchline.
I love being surrounded by people who are up for a laugh and can see the lighter side of life. People who inject their wit into even the most frustrating situations
and can see the 'uma' in their misfortune.
I'm grateful to have a Hubby who happily laughs at himself (or me) and a partner in crime to laugh with when Magoo is clearly temporarily possessed by an evil demon spirit.
I'm grateful for friends - and bloggers - who make me giggle (usually at inappropriate times) with the memory of their comment or a long running joke.
I'm grateful for the hilarious antics of the students at school and colleagues who find the time to share a laugh amongst the crazy schedule we're chasing at the moment.
Linking with Maxabella Loves' Grateful For...
I hope your weekend is full of laughs.
The gasping for air, slapping your leg, belly aching, tears rolling variety even.