Miss Mumick

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My father always had the lamest jokes in the world. I guess we thought they were lame because we heard them soooooooooo many times! One day when I was around eleven years old, my older sisters all asked my dad to tell his Miss Mumick story. Now, this story was pretty lame and to this day I don't really get that big a kick out of it but this particular day was special and I will tell you why. After my father finished telling his story, my mother burst into gales of laughter and just totally lost it! I mean, we were all laughing just because she was laughing so hard. You know what I mean, right? Dad swore he had told that story for years and every time my mother would pooh-pooh him, "Oh Sherman and his stories!" but for some reason that particular day this story suddenly hit my mother's funny bone and she laughed until she cried! She insisted that she never heard the story before but obviously since my sisters had all heard it, he had told it before. I had never heard it before that day to my recollection, either, but it was more my mother that I was laughing at than my father's story. Has something like this ever happened to you? Isn't it funny how something can just hit us and strike a chord in our funnybone and we'll laugh till we cry?