I need funny stuff in my life like kids need naps. Laughing makes the world a much better place, and helps me get through stuff like bad hair days and dark circles. And while I really do try to stick to the “if you can’t say anything nice, don’t say anything at all” rule, I do openly laugh at unfortunate souls when necessary.
For example the other day, when my mama friend Patti and I heard about a terrible illness that could endanger lives in the Northwest United States. Sure, a normal response to tragedy would be, “how terrible,” or at least, “wow.” But no.
My reaction: “But, what would happen to the indie music scene if all those people died?”
Her response: “They would save themselves with flannel shirts.”
My reaction: “Oh, and the flannel shirt business would go under!”
Good Lord. The economy could be blown to smithereens at the fall of Portland!
So, you see, mean and funny go well together sometimes. Especially when a couple of tired moms get together and drink. And maybe after full-time mothering, your generosity meter runs out, and you need to laugh more than you need to be nice.
Regretsy gives me a reason to smile and feel superior on a daily basis. Go ahead. Laugh at the expense of others. They kind of asked for it when they attached monetary value to their “art.” (more…)