Wonderful, Wakey, Way-out Friday is here. So I wondered today what would qualify for my first Wx3 Friday blog. I came up with several contemplative thoughts.
My mom will be 78 this month. She spent two years losing weight to go from 225 pounds down to around 189 pounds. Then over the course of only 6 months she managed to eat her way back up to 238 pounds. Now she won’t believe she weights 238 pounds. Oh no She is convinced because…. The doctor’s office scale only says 220. However, the scale at the surgical suite for her heart catherization says 238 pounds. But to her, obviously THAT one is wrong. Is 220 pounds so much better than 238? The next statement from her is “I just can’t understand why I am sooo short of breath?” Hello Lucy you are the size of a small Rhino. I would be short of breath trucking around 238 pounds too! hummm.
Why do cats always land on their feet?
Why do tone deaf people enjoy singing?
Why does smoke follow beauty at the camp fire?
I haven’t gotten a traffic ticket lately humm or had an auto accident in I can’t remember when. I think I will price new auto insurance. Why is it the cosmos centers their bulls eye on me and this morning to inaugurate Wacky Way-out wonderful Friday. yep. I got a ticket.
There you have it kiddies. Proof that there is paranormal activity in small towns. This ticket is just one in a long line of negative events. Perhaps some secret intelligence agency has bugged my house, car, phone, brain and is running intensive behavioral testing on just how far I can be pushed before I crack under the pressure.
Have a wonderful, wacky, way-out Friday