It's My Birthday, Make Me Laugh, I Dare Ya.

Well, it's almost my birthday.  Close enough, as it is on Tuesday of next week and I'll be in Jamaica, drinking colorful beverages with little umbrellas in them.  Probably in the rain, if the weather channel forecast is correct.  But, what are you going to do?  My husband planned this trip, as he thought it best to get me out of here for this "milestone" birthday.  I have a bit of a reputation for hating birthdays and making everyone around me miserable as I wallow.

To try to ward off the bday blues, I'm going to focus a little more on the funny in my life.  Since I read a lot, I thought I'd start there.

I recently re-read Lynn Lorenz's Edward Unconditionally because I recalled that I laughed through a lot of it.  Here's a little bit:

His head pounded, he’d been dog bit, and he’d lost a fight with the gayest man he’d ever seen in his life.

Edward wasn’t sure about going to a ranch or what he’d find there. He had a vision of trying to drive the Miata through a herd of cows. What if there was a stampede? In those old westerns, the cattle always charged right over a cliff.

Edward leaned against the door, his mind racing. If he let Jack in, Jack would probably kill him for what happened tonight. If he didn’t let him in, he would probably kick the door down, kill him, and then who would pay for that? If he let Jack in, at least he wouldn’t have to pay for a broken door. He’d be dead, but debt free. Not quite win-win, but it had its advantages.

And Charlie Cochrane always gets me going, with her Lessons boys. From Lessons in Power:

 Jonty poked out his tongue, although his lover couldn’t be sure whether he was thinking or being insulting. “And what does Orlando mean? Irritating? Insatiable?”

“It’s from Roland.” “Well, I’m none the wiser with that.” “Neither was the book, to tell the truth, although it’s supposed to be something to do with a famous land. I suspect it means ‘he who gains fame throughout the country’.” Jonty turned up his nose. “More likely ‘he who spends hours in the bathroom’. Luckily we have two in this place or I’d never be ready in the morning.”

Jonty’s little nose rose above the newspaper, making him look even more like a small inquisitive mammal than usual.

“For the one-hundred-and-ninety-third time, I don’t snore.” “Don’t you?” Jonty stood up and reached over the table for the marmalade, which his lover had appropriated. “Well, some bloke comes in my bed of a night and reverberates. Perhaps it’s a farmer driving his pigs to market. Ow!” 

So I'm asking you to help me through the big day with laughter.  I'd  love to know what books give you a chuckle (excerpts appreciated), jokes, scenes, pics, songs, etc. 

It doesn't have to be a laugh-out-loud laugh, either.  As Tam says, snorting quietly and smiling broadly will do as well. 

I'll be taking my laptop with me, and criminee if it's raining I expect I'll be on line a lot.  If the sun does shine, then I'll be thinking about you while I lounge by the pool.