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A Cheerful Heart

I'm blessed to have some wonderful and loving friends and family.
Good friends Paul and Sue Kapusniak, knowing I've not been feeling well, sent me a thoughtful card . I would like to share some of the contents of the card with my blog friends.

Definitions:
Beauty Parlour: A place where women curl up and dye.
Committee: A body that keeps minutes and wastes hours.
Egotist: Someone who is usually me-deep in conversation.
Handkerchief: Cold Storage.
Secret: Something you tell to one person at a time.
Toothache: The pain that drives you to extraction.


Ego Ramblings:

I have kleptomania , but when it gets bad, I take something for it.
I may be schizophrenic, but at least I have each other.
I am nobody, Nobody is perfect. Therefore I am perfect.


In Memoriam:

With all the sadness and trauma going on in the world at the moment, it is worth reflecting on the death of a very important person, which almost went unnoticed last week. Larry Laprise the man who wrote "The Hokey Pokey", died peacefully at age 93. The most traumatic part for his family was getting him into the coffin. They put his left foot in. And then the trouble started.


"A cheerful heart is good medicine"
Proverbs 15:15

Comments

Storybookmum said…
Oh, Thom, everyone is asleep here, and I can't burst out laughing, which I almost did over the Hokey Pokey part...too funny! (Kris)

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