I am grateful for my sense of humor. I’m a funny, funny gal. As grateful as I am that I can laugh at myself and at life, I am not unaware that I’m becoming a little like a sad clown. Making others laugh at my own expense. Its a very handy way not to deal with whatever the real issues are. “Well, that’s just the way, I am…Heh heh heh! Nothing I can do about that! ” How convenient. And sometimes, a little mean.  By all means, let’s laugh at life, about life, with life. A lot of it is #%^^*ing hilarious! And hard, and scary, and not always what we dreamed it would be. So, I would be eternally grateful if I would stop laughing at me, and laugh with me instead.