Whenever we roll outta bed, or, in my case, waddle - if that's a word, we are everpresent in creating our own the rest of the story.
So few, really really know the rest of the (our) story.
Naturally, I think suffice to say, I personally am so thankful for those few who truly, really really know, me.
Those who might say words like "self-care", as in, take care of yourself... they wing superlatives, and, send genuine love when they say, "I disagree with you on that. "
You there, Yeah you. .. who are your "they really really know you's"? Larry? Terry? Pup? Tip? Joyce, Liz? Vicki? David? Bear? Pie? Susan? Jeanne? Big'n? All'a'ya. (If I missed ya, you're in thst 'All'a'ya'!
Rewarding ain't it?
The "to the moon", "got'yer back" kind.
Today is the first day of the rest of our Lives. Or, as we MIZ-ZOU fans might rejoice after yet another KU loss, hearing Bill Self say "We're 0 and 0 now."
Who areya...
Where ya gonna go...
Whadda ya gonna do...
Are you gonna be a harbinger of love, smiles, hugs, fun, smartass remark,.... or, an occasional sourpuss like me?
Spread the love baby!
Smile, even if your teeth are smokestained yeller like mine!
Pet a dog (their rest of the story is even shorter than ours.)
Sell a Lincoln. Huh? Just seeing if L&L is still awake!
Boost, if you see down.
Hesitate, before them words sneak out. Weigh. Think.
That's all I got today.
I'm off to work on the rest of the story, which of course begins at the john to pee.
Love peace and soul... for the rest of the story.
Good day
Victurd Harvey
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