By Daniel Hooker
This morning, I was trimming my mustache and soul patch. I almost went too far, which would have given me a Noel Coward mustache. Fortunately, I stopped just in time. After all, I didn’t want to look cowardly. The good news is, I’m looking in like Flynn!
On another note: Curatives!
– Letting go of old anger
– Meditations on joy
– Realizing: “I am what I pay attention to.”
– Humor, laughter, and love
The other day, a gentleman was passing under the treeline of the IGA parking lot, on his way to the post office. One of the branches knocked his hat off. Totally oblivious to his lost cap, I waved at him and said, “I think you should take up a form of Brazilian Martial Arts.” He just looked at me, so I continued, “Cap-Aware-A.”
And this one, my dear friend March Twisdale actually got!
Q: What do you call one hundred rabbits hopping backwards?
A: A receding hare line.