Make 'Em Laugh

It was painful the first time I heard my daughter tell a friend of mine that I had no sense of humor, but she was right. I took myself entirely too seriously. I certainly did not aspire to become an alcoholic. An alcoholic was a woman like my grandmother, whom I remember sitting on a barstool in her favorite watering hole, who was drunk every day that I knew her, and who died at the age of forty-six. I was not that woman. When I arrived at Alcoholics Anonymous, I thought I was functional.