I love to write and I love to laugh. When I write, I get to the point quick. My stories would fit on the back of a postcard. They usually make me chuckle. And you know what they say, "It's all about me!"
Thursday, April 9, 2009
My friend Kim called today. We were talking about a friend who, at age 35, had a stroke most likely caused by birth control pills and smoking. She lost vision from 9 to 12. As we continued talking, I was trying to figure out how her brain knew what time it was. When I asked for clarification, Kim very sweetly said, "No honey. It's like the hands on a clock. Where the numbers from 9 to 12 on a clock would be, she can't see anything." Kim tried hard not to laugh at her stupid friend. No hope for me! I blew a snort through my nose!
Choose to be happy! Even if you don't feel like it, fake it. Sooner than later, you won't be faking it anymore. Laugh often, laugh loud, laugh at yourself, laugh until tears run down your face, laugh so hard that you snort. It is contagious!