Two – The number of times I smacked the snooze alarm.
Five – The number miles per hour under the posted speed limit I travel when it’s raining.
Twenty-Five – The number of miles per hour under the posted speed limit the car behind me, pretending to be my rudder, had to travel until a passing opportunity was presented. Apparently, in our neck of the woods, the normal speed limit is 20 miles over the posted speed limit—rain or shine.
Ninety – The number of minutes spent waiting to see the ear doctor.
Two – The number of minutes spent with said doctor.
Fifty-Five – The number of years I have been hanging around. Today, I am an official Senior Citizen. Woo Hoo! Discounts–love them. The number is relative—in my mind I’m far younger than that number.
Three – The age I would have been as of May 31, 2014. Three years cancer free. Unfortunately, I have to wait three more months to be positive that I can make that claim.
One – The number of ladies who came into the doctor’s office with one of those fold up rain bonnets. You know, the old-lady plastic kind…they must have originated in the 50’s or 60’s…maybe earlier? I remember seeing them as a child. No offense to anybody reading this who enjoys wearing these hats, they simply make me laugh.
Seven – The number of times an older man said “what” to the receptionist at the doctors office.
Three – The number of women I always seem to encounter when it rains, who use redneck ingenuity by placing plastic grocery shopping bags on their heads for rain protection. Some are pretty creative with the style of their plastic bags. I don’t know, the fold up ones make me chuckle, but the grocery bags make me laugh out loud.
One – The brilliant idea I had to fix a pair of reading glasses to wear with my mono vision contacts. I’m sure they will be grand entertainment for my kids, but they work! Now, I just have to adjust them to sit straight on my head. What can I say, my dad inspired me to be a great little weedhopper. I also have a natural aptitude to create my own redneck designs.
Eight-Plus Some Hours – The days left to file our taxes. I have them prepared, but Ms. Procrastinator Pants has not filed them. It probably has something to do with the fact we owe.
Seven-Plus Some Hours – The days until our daughter comes for another visit!
Most of these made me smile today. Well–the waiting for the doctor irritated me a bit, but not near as much as it used to.
Hope you find something to smile today.