Sheila’s Morning Pages: A laugh a Day..


You don’t stop laughing because you grow old; you grow old because you stop laughing.”  Michael Pritchard

Okay, I admit this is not mine; I can’t take credit for it. This little gem, as the rumor goes, has been making the Internet rounds, but based on the last six months around our house my husband and I could relate. We enjoyed the best belly laugh we’ve had in a long time. It felt good. Laughing together gave us a moment we shared the rest of the day.  So laugh away. Laughter is indeed good for the soul.

A Senior Moment

The tale is about a woman’s senior moment at the office and the search for her car keys.

The keys were nowhere to be found in the office, so she figured she must have left them in the car. She headed for the parking lot, thinking about the many times her husband had scolded her for leaving the keys in the ignition. As she reached the parking lot, it was empty.

She immediately called the police to report her car stolen. Then she made the most difficult call. “Honey, she said when her hubby answered. “I left my keys in the car, and it’s been stolen.”

“Are you kidding me? I dropped you off at the office,” he said. Embarrassed she said, “Well, will you come and get me?”

He retorted, “I will as soon as I convince this cop I didn’t steal your car.”

Spartanburg Herald-Journal

You can’t deny laughter; when it comes, it plops down in your favorite chair and stays as long as it wants. – Stephen King


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Another Year

Birthday Cake


Well, another year older, another year wiser. Yeah, right! Today is my birthday. I won’t bother revealing which one. Suffice it to say, on the one hand, the number depresses me, and on the other, I’m happy to still be here, the alternative is not very appealing. So, I’ll take this birthday and enjoy it. My husband often tells me to relax and enjoy the aging process.

 “You can’t do anything about it, honey, you might as well enjoy it.” I roll my eyes and walk away.

He’s one of those men who believe women should grow old gracefully.

“I think you would look beautiful with grey hair. I don’t see why you need to go to the hairdresser. ” He tells me. 

I hand him my hairdresser’s card. “She’ll be doing my hair till the day I die and for my funeral, understand.” I tell him.

He shakes his head and puts the card in his shirt pocket. But, as time passes I think he might be on to something.

I still go to the hairdresser and I do what I can to fight the aging process, but there are advantages to accepting where I am in life. It seems everywhere I go, I’ve been there, done that and not much in life surprises me anymore, including people. So, I can sit back, relax and choose where, when and how I want to enjoy the ride of life.

Shopping and a birthday lunch sounds like a good place to start today.


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