After a very long and difficult day…
…THIS gets my perspective back on track:
She and I were sitting on the floor with a little toy turtle that plays music and moves across the floor slower than molasses in the winter, slower than the seven year itch, slower than a herd of turtles running through peanut butter…wait this IS a turtle. Ok, the point is, this turtle takes for ever to get anywhere, and I set it so it would run into me, but I screeched and hollered like it was “going to get me” and did Nora ever squeal and laugh at that!? I’ve always known I’m funny, but I didn’t realize I am THAT funny!
But why on earth would I?