Seeing how it’s Monday, and it’s getting close to Christmas, I definitely feel in need of a laugh. Hope these provide you with a modicum of jocularity. 🙂 Slainte, Lisa
This “is” my best Christmas smile.
Polar bears after watching too many Christmas specials.
Does this hat make my ears look fat?
Oops, got your nose!
Merry Christmas to ewe! (and yes, I do use conditioner)
All you need’s a long nap, a soft sofa, and some good friends…Merry Christmas!
“A joyful heart is good medicine, but a crushed spirit dries up the bones.” – Proverbs 17:22
“If we couldn’t laugh, we would all go insane.” – Robert Frost
I have noticed something; I laugh much more, louder, and deeper when I am with other people. Now you would think that this would be obvious, but the other night my husband was traveling and I decided to watch reruns of “Everybody Loves Raymond” to have a good laugh and relax before bed. After all, upon previous watchings, my hubby and I would laugh almost to the point of crying. However, I watched this time quietly, almost vegetatively. I was happy somewhere on the inside, felt amused at times, but there was no laughing out loud, guffaws, etc. Why was that? I felt somewhat mad at myself for my lack of outward enjoyment. (as I always feel so much better after I laugh for awhile 🙂 )
It’s the companionship that was missing. The other person that’s with you that is also laughing at the same thing, or starts the laughing, and then you can’t help but join in. The laughter that continues long after the punch line, until you don’t really know why you’re laughing anymore.
So now hubby is back home, happily, and last night we watched a show and laughed and laughed. And it felt great. Slainte, Lisa
For all of you who may visit the thresholds of hair color…this one’s for you. I pray all of your hair color experiments turn out better than hers. 🙂 Slainte, Lisa
My husband and I were enjoying a quiet, kids-are-out-of-the-house dinner date at home. Eating Chinese take-out, talking without interruptions, laughing at silly inside jokes, you get the picture. Then we get to the “opening of the fortune cookie” ritual. My slip of paper was of no consequence and is irrelevant to the post at hand. Ed’s paper however, said the following:
“Don’t expect romantic attachments to be strictly logical or rational!”
My sweet husband held this small piece of paper up beside my face, read it out loud, looked at me, looked back at the paper, nodded, and said, “Yep, I can see that.”
I laughed indignantly, pretending to be insulted, but it was too funny to be. Besides, I was strangely flattered to be considered illogical and irrational. Don’t ask me why; it’s probably some side effect of being a musician. 🙂
Romance is wonderful, heady, lovely, and yes, sometimes illogical and irrational. But marrying Ed was the most logical and rational thing I have ever done, and I’m glad that he romantically attached himself to me.
Slainte, Lisa
The first time I stepped foot on Irish soil I received an immediate glimpse into the Irish character. We had just completed an enjoyable ferry trip from Wales into Dun Laoghaire, Ireland. Stepping off the boat, we were instructed to “find the bus to take you to the car rental. But hurry, they are about to leave.” Continue reading
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