Once in a while I take the chance to save my life — from doom — but I usually ignore these request.
Today it looks like rain, again. I’m on the computer and I am happy to report that I have finished my words for today. I have also managed to visit a site I need stay away from — that’s right Facebook is the one. It sucks me in like a black hole and keeps me there more than the allotted time I have set aside for my visit. Today I spotted this cute picture that made me chuckle. Actually this picture bought a hand slapping the knee experience to my day which prompted me to take the time to share this picture with all of you. I think you will get a chuckle out of this too. The fact that someone took the time to do this . . . well, all I can say is hats off to that someone. I appreciate you.
Are you at risk of death from not forwarding things to your friends? Have you actually died from this? I guess the answer is no as you are reading this. Me neither. In fact, I’ve had no bad luck — under the caution of bad luck to come or a promise that a Genie will be granting my wish — and it seems that the next day is the same as the day before. Hoe-Hum — boring me with these requests Y’all, to death!
I’ll be reading an interesting poem or some thoughtful prose on something that I think is cute or funny and immensely enjoying it and then it reaches the end of the email and I’m let down. My smile turns to a frown and my foot taps the floor and I say out loud ”Oh for Pete’s Sake” and I wouldn’t forward that email for all the tea in China. And, Y’all, I like my tea, don’t ya know. I can drink half my weight in iced-tea during the summer months. Non-sweetened with extra lemon, hot poured over ice packed into a tall glass, so refreshing. Sip, sip, sip.
My suggestion: skip the forward and sip some iced-tea instead.