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My sense of humor betrays me.

I try to be compassionate. When someone needs a hand, I try to lend it. I try my best to be intellectual. I like to read material that makes me think. I like to engage in conversation that does the same. Yet however intellectual and compassionate I attempt to be, my sense of humor betrays me.

You see, I love America's Funniest Home Videos. I despise the host. But the videos, oh the videos. Now, at this point, you may think, "Well, that doesn't seem too bad. A bit juvenile perhaps, but nothing that makes it obvious that you are a horrible person."

Well, if you would let me finish. You see there is a certain type of video that really gets me. It is the old-person-falling-down genre.

"Oh," you're  thinking. "I don't like this one bit."

This is especially the case when the fall is prolonged.

"You are a bad person."

And the fall acrobatic.

"I quit your blog."

I'll give you an example. Last week they showed a clip of a cute grandma walking down a large grassy slope in a cute pastel dress. I call her Dorothy. Dorothy is as cute as only babies and old people can be. She is having a nice stroll on a lovely sunny day.

Dorothy begins to walk down the slope. She picks up speed. Wow, Dorothy is fast. We are talking Olympic track and field fast. I have never seen anyone run this fast. Certainly, never a septuagenarian in a dress.

At this point I am composed. In awe, really. Then Dorothy begins to squeal. There is no better word for it. It is not a shriek or a shout. It is a squeal. She is losing a bit of control as she runs.

Then I lose some of my focus. Tyler laughs a lot and in a lot of different ways. But this, I have never heard before. It is like a fog horn attached to a hyena. It is loud, and it is piercing. The anticipation of what is to come is too much for him.

Dorothy finishes her out of control, majestic run down the slope with some sort of a front flip, and I lose my mind. Gone is the nice, "smart" Wendy. A four year-old girl braying along with her hyena friend is all that is left. I laugh to the point of not being able to breathe correctly. I cry, I gasp...  I think, if this is what kills me, I deserve it.

I don't know what it is. Like I said, I try to be good. But my sense of humor is a real jerk.

So there it is, exposed in all of its cruel glory. If you slip on a curb, or fall down the stairs or walk right into a door around me, I will try my best not to laugh. I will bite my lip, and try to ask if you are ok in a calm voice. But, if you detect a faint giggle, or see tears in my eyes or hear a quiver in my voice, please don't blame me.

You should really try to pay attention to where you are walking.

On a completely different topic... here's an awesome family with.... older kids!  What a dream to work with.

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Salt Lake Utah Lifestyle Photographer
Salt Lake Utah Lifestyle Photographer
Salt Lake Utah Lifestyle Photographer
Salt Lake Utah Lifestyle Photographer
Salt Lake Utah Lifestyle Photographer
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