An oddly warm and fuzzy message greeted me. Odder still, it was written on the web of a huge spider with spindly long legs. The message was: LUVVVVVVYUUUUUU.
I’m going to sit still for once and savor more moments with my son in this precious little time left before relinquishing him to what politicians have given the joyous label “Training the 21st Century Workforce.”
Does an airport even exist anymore that welcomes interested onlookers instead of putting them through an obstacle course of checkpoints? I shouldn’t have been surprised to learn this, but the answer is yes: right here in Rutherford County.
Could it be some of us are chronically bored…because we’ve let ourselves becoming boring people? Just how interesting is someone who finds everything uninteresting?
If I can overcome an absurdly low threshold for discomfort, you can, too.
I once asked a friend if he could have anything in the world, what would it be? I’ll never forget his response.
I’ll never be a paragon of pristine organic living, but I draw the line at a scrambled brain.