Don’t hate me because I’m happy, even worse, happy tumbling out of bed every morning.
It used to be that morning people, who hum happily over breakkie, were at the top of my love-to-hate list. Though now that I’ve become the kind of person who used to irk me intensely, I’ve thrown away that particular list.
I saw a girl at the mall on a date. She was about sixteen and she was wearing her pajama bottoms as trousers and under her pj’s were mauve-blue lace undies.
I know about her undies because a couple of inches of lace showed above the tartan, flannel jim-jams that sat several inches below her pierced belly button.
God, I feel overwhelmed with the state of the world some days. Overwhelmed, powerless and unable to imagine how I can make a difference.
However, yesterday I had an opportunity to put into practice one of my fave bumper bar stickers, “Think Globally Act Locally.”
