Family
10 Items or Less
George is at the General Market to pick up a few things on his way home from work. He only needs a few staples to get him by for the weekend. All he really needs is milk, cereal, produce, and bread. He counts his items three times before setting them on the express checkout lane.
By Loretta Emmons11 months ago in Humor
Death by Laundry
Once upon a time, in a land far far away (yet close enough that most mother's can relate), there was a young mother who had been sick for an entire week. During this week, she hadn't done any laundry - despite it being an item on her daily to do list.
By The Schizophrenic Mom11 months ago in Humor
Bedtime Absurdities
All 35-lbs of Gerald Tully stood on top of his rocker screaming, ”No bed!! No bed!!” Mr and Mrs. Tully looked at one another. Dark half moons clung to their eyes like the boogers caked to their walls. Mrs Tully’s hair was falling out of her bun and Mr. Tully had yet to change out of his work clothes.
By Josh Ripperger11 months ago in Humor
On a Peculiar Morning
Ever since I can remember I have had this crush on mountains. Perhaps because when I was still in the womb my parents would go hiking; perhaps because as a kid I could always relate to Heidi, living surrounded by buildings rather than beautiful peaks. I always felt this Heimweh that did not last long: as soon as I could, I went as far as my legs would let me: to the Pyrenees, to the Rockies, to the Alps.
By Laura Rodben11 months ago in Humor
Learning with laugh and Humor
Laughter is one the things that will keep my soul and spirit alive and happy as much as possible everyday and night. I always love to have an adventure with joyful, excitement, and laughter. I also love an something is making me laugh even when I’m feeling down. This is quite challenging for me by making a humor story. It was also surreal, unique, and mysterious about what are my comical adventures from birth to thirty-six.
By Meghan LeVaughn 11 months ago in Humor
My Cat Thinks I Work for Her: A Day in My Servitude
Introduction: If you've ever lived with a cat, you know that they own you rather than you own them. As a proud but slightly defeated servant to my feline overlord, Whiskers, I have learned to accept that my life revolves around her needs, whims, and demands. The more I try to establish dominance, the more I realize I’m merely a background character in her kingdom. This is the tale of my daily life, filled with humor, frustration, and an overwhelming sense of inferiority to a creature that weighs barely more than a bag of flour.
By Afia Sikder11 months ago in Humor
I Tried Meditation and Fell Asleep
Introduction The goal of meditation is to bring inner peace, clarity, and insight. But for me, it just brought deep, uninterrupted sleep. When I first decided to try meditation, I had high hopes that I would become more mindful, have less stress, and maybe even discover some of my own wisdom. I, on the other hand, kept drifting off into dreamland. At first, I thought I was doing something wrong. However, it turned out that my unintentional nap gave me a completely new perspective on meditation, relaxation, and what it really means to be mindful. The Decision to Meditate
By Afia Sikder11 months ago in Humor
Laughter Knows No Age: How My Grandma Became a Stand-Up Sensation at 75:
If you’d told me five years ago that my 75-year-old grandmother would be slaying audiences at comedy clubs, I’d have assumed you’d mistaken her knitting needles for a microphone. But here we are: Betty “Boom Boom” Wilkins, a silver-haired firecracker in orthopedic shoes, is proof that humor doesn’t retire—it reinvents.
By Sanchita Chatterjee11 months ago in Humor
Awakening in Gold
Jack woke up to find his head encapsulated in a fishbowl-like hangover brought on by too many canned margaritas the night before. His wife and daughters had been away twelve days of a two week trip to visit the in-laws, and he’d already plowed through almost a hundred of the devilishly-alcoholic salty sour little cocktails. Jack didn’t normally drink, but at the bottom of each can was a code redeemable for FanPoints on his preferred sports betting platform and it seemed wasteful to pour them out. With some chagrin he checked his phone, seeing the deposits he’d made the night before. Bad luck follows me, he thought.
By J. Otis Haas11 months ago in Humor
