I love this time of year, so it’s entirely possible the weather is adding to my ability to find humor in practically everything.
I love languages and have a passable knowledge of several, but I like to joke that the only ones I am fluent in are “movie quotes,” “sarcasm,” “song lyrics,” and “baby talk.”
Greg is fond of telling people we “live on the edge of inappropriateness.”
We laughed uproariously, feeling the stress leave our bodies, and enjoyed just being together.
I snagged a few things to share with my daredevil grandkids when they come to visit this summer.
... suddenly we learned the floor in the wine cellar had split open during an earthquake and revealed a dead body … obviously murder!
I have long professed to choose happiness. Laughter is a piece of that choice and I revel in joy.
Today I am grateful for the convenience of American bathrooms. I know what you’re thinking: “WHAT???” but let me explain.
I’ve compiled a few “oops” shots from recent vacations. I had to grab ‘em quickly, before someone hit the delete button.
... I have no plans to seek the advice of a professional nor will I spend beyond my means or sacrifice Greg in the process, but I have NO plans to stop traveling.