Having a sense of humor is like foreskin… you don’t need it to survive, but it makes life more pleasurable. Being able to laugh at life is an important reminder that we are all just animals trying to exist on a ball of rock floating through space. Either slowly being sucked towards the imminent destruction of flesh searing off our bones as we melt into a pile of anguish by the black hole of a sun, or else expanding into a cold dark alternate universe where all the material laws we once cherished evaporate challenging our very sense of existence as we eventually freeze to death feeling totally helpless and alone.

See how funny it all is?

I think the more I am able to find humor in the absurdity of life, the less stressed I feel about how much life can blow whale penis sometimes. Being able to maintain a sense of humor about who I am as person helps in the torment of not always being the person I want to be. When I am honest with myself, I have to admit I am always making the same mistakes, doing embarrassing things, wishing I were a slightly different 2.0 version of myself.

If I think too hard about these things I start to panic about all the shit shitty that is piling up into a big pile of shit I call a life. But if I picture all that shit in cartoon form, and then someone slipping in it falling so deep into feces that only the top of their head is showing, I forget about all my problems and eat some brownies.

That is why it is important for me to make fun of The Munch so she learns to laugh at herself and this wild ride we call life. Even though as a mother you are never sure if that baby is really yours, I feel very connected to The Munch because we laugh about so much of the same things. Falling down, farts, and not telling each other if we have food on our face!

“Your good Munch… don’t worry about it… you look great.”