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!"
Saturday, April 4, 2009
While moving a small piece of liriope out to a garden bed in the yard, I stumbled across the snake I saw yesterday. Sadly, when he was looking up at me from the ground, he was telling me that I had run him over with the lawn mower. It seems I exaggerated a little in my post yesterday. He was probably no wider than a pencil and maybe 12 inches long. However, parts of him were missing. I think he shrank in death, sort of like the Wicked Witch of the West when a bucket of soapy water was thrown on her. Riding lawn mowers have that effect on snakes!
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!