Kazantzakis was right: Happiness is a simple everyday miracle, like water, and we are not aware of it. Well I am, are you?
And if I stick my head down here, the world disappears and I am invisible.
With this lighting I look positively heavenly. Maybe I can work that into my sermon.
Man, I hate blind dates. And Joey did say she has a great birdonality. Talons crossed.
Nothing beats a morning stroll. Well except the buffet breakfast they serve here.
Another Sunday, again the lead in the church choir, but this week I’ll sing like Pavaroti.
C’mon, c’mon, move faster clock, it’s TGIF and I’m meeting the gang for happy hour.
Hey, it’s not my fault that that Mockingbird and I are always at loggerheads.
Dude, stop with the music. How many times do I have to tell you Gallinules are not chickens and we don’t dance!!
Hey, you never know, I could be the next Richard Tucker if I were Jewish, for now it’s the church choir.