So now we know HOW he crossed the road, but why is still the burning question.
I just entered the Walgreens monthly cash sweepstakes online for a shot at $3,000. Keep your fingers crossed.
Figured I'd start out with some sunny psuedo-news with an extraordinarily, fractionally slight potential to turn into good news. That sounded very Eeyore-ish of me, sorry; I'm just in a funk. A non-funky funk with zero bass line and a complete lack of rhythm. Just like yo mama (kidding -- love her, tell her I said hey).
But enough wallowing! Despite the chill, it's gorgeous outside. And, having just returned from the Hallmark store in the bottom of the BOK Tower, I was able to chuckle at several cards -- most of them genuine chuckles, not some half-hearted ha-ha you throw at people when they're trying to be funny. For example:
Person: "... and then something, something, something squirrel and a gumball machine!"
Me (head slightly cocked to one side, smiling, then a quick inhale of surprise followed by): "HA! Oh my goodness. (Sigh.) Yes, ha."
But it was one of those real laughs, which I tend to experience with my closest friends or those inappropriate moments when I'm by myself in public -- like at Gymboree, listening to music on the treadmill while watching TV, and laughing out loud when they screw up the closed-caption words. Good times.
I also laugh at chickens. That Denny's Super Bowl commercial with the chicken screaming silently in space? I could watch that on a constant loop for at least five minutes.
Bloopers help get me through, too. The following has helped me in the past: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jvTJxMPzJlo
You see (fingers crossed), I have to literally pause like a tape player when I'm feeling down and force myself to see the sunny side of something. Laughter, as the Reader's Digest folks have been tellin' us for years, is the best medicine. Well, laughter and morphine.
Screw segue, here's what I ate Monday:
BREAKFAST: Oatmeal with blueberries.
A.M. SNACK: Banana
LUNCH: Filler-free turkey on whole wheat with raw spinach, reduced-fat Provolone, reduced-fat mayo and full-on-sodium-spiked spicy mustard, woohoo! Oh, and baby carrots.
P.M. SNACK: Orange and 1/4 cup almonds
DINNER: Two slices of pizza -- the first, a days-old piece of pepperoni from Lord V's fridge; the next, a semi-piping hot slice of Sooner Schooner from Hideaway, courtesy of his roommate, And-DEEEEE (said ala Aunt Bea from "The Andy Griffith Show").
OK, I gotta go find something to laugh about before the funk returns without George Clinton.
Peace, love and cluck, cluck, cluck ... XOXO
