The Blue Finklet Dreams On

I'm grumpy and in a blue funk today. I enjoy making people laugh and I absolutely adore theatre. In my minds eye I confess I have secretly dreamed of being a very good playwright. I have no idea how I could possibly get there, but thats the great part of dreams, they bypass all that stuff till one day, I am quiet in the back row...The red head with the freckles is a weak choice, but Charlie the lead is carrying the whole performance. The first joke goes off the stage, it takes a second to reach the audience, they consider it for a second...a few twitter, oh...oh dear???? Later there are belly laughs and tears of mirth and people doubled over in their seats. Dang that Charlie is good. I'm not like a comedian who stands in the spotlight, no I'm here in the dark of the theatre watching potbellied bearded men doubled over clutching their bellies in pain with my funny, laughing at themselves and life, so light, changing hurts and pain into funny magical laughter, the twist yourself into knots and laugh like a little child kind of funny, light and fluffy tickling us from the inside giving hope.There's been a drought of laughs in the household since pain and panic came about two years ago, and even before that there were years of teeth gritting and white knuckles and quiet desperation. My funny bone has gone on an extended holiday  it's little brown suitcase covered in stickers from all the places it has been, Iv'e been Mrs Krankypants and Ms No Fun At All, what sort of a place to grow up is this? I say that funny bone ought to come home now, and liven up my life a little, I'd like to hear laughter and experience it every day now till the day I run out of "mortal coil". Single Woman, in search of funny....non-smoking please!