Why I don't have a sense of humour - there weren't enough of those genes by the time they had me.
Surrounded by a plethora of such people, I am.
The trend appears to have started when I entered a realm where the male species existed (ie. JC). I remember Joseph (ACJC) used to think he was oh-so-witty.
Then I came to TJ. And Kenneth took his place.
All the while at home, there was Sis.
On one occasion Sis fetched Nef home. And I just wanted to sink into my seat listening to the verbal lets-see-who-can-tell-the-worst-cold-joke banter that was going on in the car.
I think I’ve built up some measure of immunity to cold jokes. Or at least, I wish and hope I did.
In WKWSCI. I am surrounded by too many of such creatures to count.
So we’ll not think about reigning champions on that front. I am unable to name only one.
In case anyone is actually interested in knowing why Sis’ nick is ‘the faster the peel, the faster the heal’, she just came back from one of her many dive trips sunburnt to a repulsive crisp.
And has unceremoniously used up half the tube of my expensive aloe vera gel trying to sooth her skin back into supple visions of humanity instead of a molting snake.
Of course, this has in no way addled her sense of humour or stopped her from continually trying to impress me with Oh So Witty! jokes.
If anything, the lack of my presence at home these days on account of my citizenship at Pulau NTU, has built up collateral in her that can only be unleashed full force during the weekends onto her younger sister.
I guess she got so many of ‘em Funny genes, my momma could only offer me the Serious ones. (My dad is out of the question because his sense of humour is rather poor.)
Okay. Not punny.
It’s recess week. Hurrah?
