Well, before I plunge into the topic, let me apologize to those who speak the King/Queen's English...
humour... 
This is another one of those skills, I was thinking this weekend, that we are not able to imitate. And one of the things that makes life enjoyable.
Of course, my mother, being an N, has no sense of humor. She only laughs if something nasty is said about someone she dislikes. In fact, my dad is rather witty, and , growing up, we had a family joke that you had to say, "Mom, it's joke #3, time to laugh," because she just NEVER got it. She doesn't "get" funny movies and says my dad and I have a "weird" sense of humor.
My father, inexcusably, tells racist and sexual jokes. As a teen, I didn't realize how repulsive these were and retold them. I cringe and want to die at the memory. I didn't understand a tenth of the jokes I told... I just repeated them. The smarter kids, I am sure, thought I was a repulsive pig. Do you know, I remember in middle school that a kid told me a joke about pedophilia (I must remember it because I knew it was wrong, even though I had no understanding of it. Where int he world did that kid hear a joke like that? How sick?) AND I RETOLD IT. I know I did... I remember the shameful feeling, even though I didn't know what it meant.
At any rate, it has taken until now for me to find what is GOOD and funny to me. I am feeling very icky about writing this, but I have been dwelling on it all weekend and thought it might bring up a topic that someone had something to share about...
Love, Beth
