Dang, my shoelace broke. I need to
sharpen this pencil. I burned the toast. The bus is late. My team
lost, my job sucks, somebody parked in my space. Squeak in chair. Zit
on nose. There's bills in the mailbox, ants in the kitchen, and
ketchup down the front of my shirt. They say don't sweat the small
stuff. I say only sweat the small stuff; the big stuff will stop you
cold. A guy named Edward Noyes Westcott said, "A reasonable amount o
fleas is good for a dog – keeps him from brooding over being a dog,
maybe."
Monday, January 19, 2015
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Maybe.
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