Jmo, as always

Bored...Bored...Bored
Pissing and moaning about life got old. This stuff ain't going away anytime soon, unless I drop dead but the silver lining in that is my kids will be semi-rich.
Slash and burn is my oh-no-you-don't-put this old broad in the ground. Use any body part that will help anyone in any way, then cremate the rest...my ashes will be scattered on the ocean. (Hello Seagulls!)

I have no premonition, no exit plan in place, the world is gonna have to put up with me for awhile.

In my sanctuary, aka computer/bedroom, is a certified copy of my graduation from Charm School. Since this school was not taught by penguins, no offense meant, it means I have an allowance of non-charm activities before it would be rescinded, I've used 12 by walking with barking spiders and looking innocent, and slurping a coke as I choke on that little red pepper in the General's sauce...
This copy is kept in a temperature controlled environment. It is very important to me--I won $116 dollars for completing the course.

Where the heck am I going with this ramble?

Left my Ts office after a great session
where he told me to get off my butt and do something of interest
so I did
I fell down. Broke a tooth.
Crap, I say...who put that damn tree there?
Oh, another T who wanted her potted tree watered by the rain.
The wind that brought the rain had knocked it over.
Oh good...

No tears, no moans, no bats...I started laughing.
I'm in a heap, on the ground getting soaked, and looking for the tooth--thought it could be super glued, but alas my dentist will be getting my food budget for the next week.
...and here I thought super glue glued everything
but
The whole ridiculous thing snapped me right out of my crappy mood.
T returned my check and told me to have fun...he was snickering once he knew I was all right. He was not laughing at my fall/my tooth, apparently I looked rather messy laying there with my mouth open to the rain...
All three of us were wet, and none of us would have won a wet tee shirt contest, it was silly and what I needed.
Who knew?!
Laughter, good medicine.
Not quite as good as what is in my body right now. Toothache. Pain meds as usual, added a wee bit of a kicker, you see.
***********my standard pain meds keep me at a 5-7, a new pain shoots it up to 8-9, a wee kicker lowers it ot the 5-7 range*** I do not get high on them. (Nuts!)

....tomorrow, tomorrow, the sun will come out tomorrow.
something like that
sorry I forgot the lyrics but I couldn't find my curly wig and get in the mood.

In Peace