This largely cheerful story was a perfect beginning to my otherwise ‘ordinary’ day, had me sniffling with a sudden emotional release.
When I wake up thinking … “76!!! How did that happen?” is going to be one of those days when the mystery of that hits me at every turn and I wonder about weird things I do, see and hear.
Why … do I dream of a kid with a Christmas tree ornament head? Why … have I got trouble thinking up socially-necessary empty praises for half-done work?
Why? Why do manufacturers make gingerbread house kits with over half a page of ingredients, most of them numbered.
Share your hardest why’s in the comments …
Why, when I try to reblog that Christmassy story, do both Jetpack and Godzilla the browser throw me off with ‘this is how to do it’ and don’t even try something so easy as copy and paste.
Lol, love that sentence. 37 words!
Worked that time I hope, enjoy!
Rita de Heer 