Writing humor

Some time back I had a small epiphany about my writing.  I was doing the dishes one afternoon, fretting and wishing I could write humor the way some of my favorite comedians did when I suddenly realized that it simply wasn’t my type of schtick.  My humor comes from the ups and downs of everyday life.  It can slap you in the face, but more often it slips in quietly and sits there chuckling softly to itself.  I reached into the pan of sudsy water for some more silverware and came up with… a pen.  How the heck did that get there?  “Okay, okay, I get it,” I said aloud.