Penni, I think if women drank, like, more beer, their bladders would be bigger. Then they wouldn't have to suffer so much. Speaking of drinking, I think bladder is a funny, peculiar word, and I can't believe I actually brought the plague of politics to the thread last night - mucho prune juice. Operation Desert Stink. JFred tricked me. Yah, that's what happened.
I'm in kind of a bad mood this morning, ya know, (I told my techie that the other day and he says "Yah...?" Pause. "I just....assume that") ~ anyway, it occurs to me to think positively, and sing out, "WHY can't this be a GOOD MOOD day?" Well, there are a lot of very good, very realistic reasons why this is NOT going to be a good day. But that's not what positive thinking is all about. Is it. No. So. I'm going to spin that frowny face sticker-seal bright side up, and become, GOOD MOOD DOOD.
Sure, it would be easier without a hangover, and with some sleep, and a stomach for some good mood food, but that's not what positive thinking is about. It's about faxing that litigation and cancellations with a smiley face. GOOD MOOD DOO DOO DOOD. Taht's me.
Well, you know, I think it would be kind of fun, to put an upbeat, positive tone, on what could be one of the nicest days of the year if we could do that. It really would be worthwhile, an accomplishment, and everyone would be better off for it. Yah.
Heck, taht's positive thinking. See how that works?
I'm going to jump up, slowly, and go get some aspirin. Yah. Positive vector, UP and over, there. Hope you all can join me, or that I can join you. Sleeves up? Smiles on? Lets go!
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