So hard to resist.
So golden, hot and salty.
Happy Hour bar food.

Like you really needed to twist my arm to get me to eat fish tacos, brisket sliders, pickles, chips, wings, or anything dipped in blue cheese…

No. I went right along with the plan.

I’m pretending like I’m not worried, as I mentally translate each bite into its equivalent number of minutes on the tread mill tomorrow.

 

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I smile. Then you do.
If you just say, “good morning”
I will smile all day.

I walk down the street with my goofy wide smile. I look straight into peoples eyes, as if showing them that my smile is real. Most people seem to get it, and I even get a few smiles back in passing.

Smiling alone can’t make us happy, but I personally am happier when I am letting my smile fly freely.

(It only really scares a few people, and I pass them quickly anyhow. 😉

 

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I pick soft colors
to paint the world that I want,
using a warm smile.

Awwww. Sometimes life just sucks and isn’t fair. :-\
It is hard to find encouragement sometimes too.

(And poems only get you so far) But ask me why the hopeful mantra isn’t played out yet for me, and why I continue to make Hope and Trust my salt and pepper?

I cannot say how it helps, or explain where the benefit comes from, only that is doesn’t hurt any. And I like it a lot better than the alternatives.

My salt and pepper cannot make a tough cut of beef tender, but it might make it easier to eat.

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I hate Haiku rules.
I never get to finish
what I’m trying to

I can’t imagine where my daughter comes up with this stuff. I tried to explain why rules are important, but it resulted in a lesson for me in eye rolling…

 

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On the second date
he remembered the napkin.
Except…He used hers.

“Oh wow! That looks… err, different. Hmm. So? Are they going to bring us some forks and plates?”
“No. You pick up the food using your fingers with a small piece of the injera.”
…
“So this time, I’m SUPPOSED to eat with my hands?”
“Yes. This time. But please don’t lick your fingers clean again. They do have napkins.”

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