JUST ANOTHER DAY.

                                                          JUST ANOTHER DAY
  How could the deli be out of Rye Bread at 11am? It was just one more thing to upset his day. His alarm clock didn’t go off, he nicked his lip shaving that morning, plus there was no shampoo. He had to use body soap on his hair. Form the first lather to the rinse out, he worried how his hair was going to look. He always liked to look the best he could, weather it was on the golf course, in the office or just mowing the back yard.
  In the kitchen he broke his coffee mug, the one his mother gave him when he started his new job as a security guard at the new high-rise hotel. He was to be there in an hour. He liked to be there a little early just to go over which rooms were occupied, so he would walk those floors the most. He liked to be seen. He personally thought he looked quite handsome in his uniform. Sometimes other hotel workers kidded him about getting a cut on his creases, because they were so sharp. They even acted like they were checking their reflection on his shoes, they were that high polished.
  Like he said, “he liked to look his best.” He locked the garage door and got onto his bike and set off. He didn’t even get to the end of the driveway, when his bike chain came off. This meant that he would have to get down on his knees and get his pants legs dirty. Back into the garage, on the back shelf there were some rags and old newspapers. He was afraid of the newspaper, maybe because the newspapers might get newsprint on his pants. Rags may have been used already. He reached into the dryer and pulled out one of his mom’s bath towels .When he was done he would just put into the dirty laundry basket and she {mother} would never know. He set the towel on the ground and proceeded to fix his chain. His finger got caught between the sprocket and the chain. It had broken the skin, and now he was bleeding.  “Dang!” Back into the house, clean up, change his shirt and a bandage for his finger. He was finally on his way again.
   He arrived at the deli; where he always got his dinner break Ham on Rye sandwich.
“All out of Rye Bread.” The girl who always made his sandwich told him.
“What no Rye Bread, how could that be at 11 o’clock in the morning and you are already out of Rye Bread! You  make your own bread, don’t you?”
“Yes we do, but they had a major oven break down, so they didn’t get enough made, we have plenty of Pumpernickel Bread left and that is good with Ham.”
“Pumpernickel! No thank you!" Out the door he went. Now what was he going to have to eat for dinner break? Wow this really sucked.
   He pushed his bike along the side walk, because the chain had come off the sprocket again .2 blocks before the hotel there was a Quick Stop Gas and Grub store. He thought that he might as well take a peek inside .If they had nothing else then a soda and a jerky stick, which at this point he would be ahead of the game. He took his bike chain and locked up his bike, the way this day was going, ride able or not he didn’t want his bike stolen. He stepped into the store and the bell above the door jangled.
  There were three people already inside the store and all three heads turned to look at him. He noticed that the women had her hands up and that she was crying, the cashier was saying something like “Ok, Ok, Mister!” The other guy pointed at him and yelled, “NOT TODAY PIG!” He saw a flash of light and heard a car backfire, and then he felt a searing pain.

 How could the deli be out of Rye Bread at 11am , It was just one more thing to upset his day……….

                  Fatal Shooting At The Quick Gas And Grub.
  A young security guard at the local Hotel was shot and killed after walking in on a robbery in progress. John P. Reading shot and killed Craig Smithson after Smithson walked into the Quick stop. Reading told the local police, “Man I didn’t know that he wasn’t a real cop and that he didn’t have a gun, I wouldn’t have pulled the trigger.” Craig Smithson was pronounced dead at the scene. 
      
       Back into the garage, on the back shelf there were some rags and old newspapers. He was afraid of the newspaper.........

MY ATTEMPT AT WRITING

By Jerrilyn
description, thriller on a minor scale

stats Published on 2012-06-26
                                                    WHO'S THERE?

                                      Chapter 1: Getting it started

 Looking at all the paper work and research that had to be done by the 3 week deadline, She knew that it had to be done and done well, if she was going to move on up. She could just see herself in that coveted corner office. She had some competition for it. She was going to get that office. She always got what she wanted, whatever it took, it would be hers. In her eyes she was the best looking, the smartest, the most desirable woman here in a business full of women. First she had to get this project done before her 5-day vacation in two weeks. She was not going to miss that. She worked hard to get the 5 days off and the hotel paid for and it was not fun this time around. He was an awful little man and his wife could keep him. All she wanted from him was the money and the money is what she got. The pictures of him and her were like money in the bank. Five days of sand, sunshine, and surf was what she wanted and what she got. She made just enough money to pay for the small apartment and her wardrobe. Her bikini alone was one hundred dollars. It was a guarantee that she was not going to be spending her five days alone or paying for her own drinks.
Thinking about this pile of work was already giving her a headache. She needed someone she could get to help her on this. What she really wanted was someone to do this for her and better yet, would let her take all the credit for it. She would be back the day before the deadline and she could read the thing over and act like she wrote the whole thing out herself. She stepped out in to the hallway and looked around. "Oh not her, she was way too stuck up." "Oh not her either, I would need a translator just for the title page." "And that other woman just thought she was above everyone else." Looking around as she walked to the break room, she ticked people off one by one; mostly she knew they just weren't the ones to ask. Then she looked into the break room and there he was, the perfect one for her. He was already under her spell and he was good at research, since that was the department he worked in.
A quick step into the women's room to check her hair and makeup. As she looked into the mirror her refection was perfect, as she knew it would be.
She sashayed into the break room like she was walking onto a fashion runway. She hummed slightly and he looked over at her and she smiled, he turned a bright pink hue.
She walked up to him and said, "Just the man I was looking for." He blushed even more before muttering,” Me?"
"Yes you, silly man, I need you." Oh she had never seen such a shade of red before and she thought it would make a great lipstick color.
He squeaked out a "Me?"
And yes again was her answer. "I need your help on a research project and I thought of you right away, there is no one else out there that I can count on to help me out."
"Well okay, I'll help you."
"Oh by the way it is due in three weeks, so you sure you got the time?"
"I'll make sure, even if we have to work late on it."
"Great see you in my cubical in say...15 minutes?" big smile.
"Ooookay." more mumbling.
Men like him keep me in the cash she thought. This was going to be easy, way to, to easy.
There was a knock on her cube wall, she looked up and there he was looking down at her with a small grin.
"Hi."
" Oh you are right on time, I like a man who doesn't keep me waiting." She purred.
" I think we need to take this into the.... oh how about that empty office?"
" Well okay."
He saw her struggling with all the files she had in her arms. He took them from her.
"Here, let me carry them for you."
" Oh my what a gentleman, that is so sweet." Again, the cat smile.
There was that red shade really must see if I could get that shade in a lipstick. They walked over to the empty office. It felt like hers already. She would get one of those plastic plants, something that she didn't have to spend time on watering and caring about. She only cared for herself, and clothes. She had a teacup poodle once, because she thought that it would add to her persona like an expensive handbag. The constant feeding and letting the thing in and out at night got to be too much of a bother. One day at an outdoor cafe table, she thought the creature was tied to the table leg and it slipped its leash and ran out into the street and was struck and killed by a car. Her first thoughts were,” check off trying to find a home for the thing.” When she noticed everyone looking at her, then her dog, she burst into big old crocodile tears.
She told him what needed to be done and off he went. She knew that within the week she would have wiggled, winked her way to not having to work on this project.” Yes this office would be hers."
She didn't think about his need to check in on her and let her know about his progress. She was getting tired of this, of him; it was getting harder to keep a smile on her face. "Keep the office in your sights,” she keeps telling herself. They were now having to met at the office after hours and well, this was cutting into her fun time.
"How about I run out get grab some takeout for us? While you work on this. I won't be but a minute." She needed to escape his whining voice. In two days she would be off for 5 days. She wouldn't say a word to him about her trip. She would just give him a quick call when she landed; tell him an emergency came up or something. "Could you finish for me?” Before she left to get the "take out" she thought she would make sure there was enough incentive for him. She wasn't coming back to the office tonight.
She would make some excuse to him tomorrow. He would be to busy trying not to look at her boobs to hear the excuse anyway.
"You and I are going to get big time kudos after I present this. You do know I could never had done this without you?" she walked over to him and gave him a kiss on the cheek. The kiss to her was nothing, just another way of getting what she wanted.
"You are welcome."
"I'll be right back." and with that she was out the door.
She didn't see him the next day at work; he was out with his department boss. She left him a memo," about getting a headache, and she just had to go lay down. She was sure that he would understand. P.S. I owe you a big dinner, big night out after presentation day. XOXOX,  

                                             Chapter2: He Feels.

 He could smell her perfume before she even came near the break room door. He held his breath, she didn't come into the break room, and she was just going into the lady's washroom. He let out his breath in a disappointed sigh. He hardly had time to take his next breath before she walked into the break room. She smiled at him. Then she walked up to him, and said something about him being just the guy she needed. She was talking to him, he must have been responding right, because she told him to meet her at her desk in 15 minutes. Then she was gone.
Her perfume lingered, he breaths it deep into his lungs. He thought that this must be the scent of a 100 flowers. He had once bought a bottle after he saw her go in a little boutique. $80.00 bucks for two oz's, was a little pricey, but the pleasure that he got from holding it in his hands and just knowing that all he had to do was the take the stopper off and breathe in the scent, was almost like having her stand next to him. He thought she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.
He knew the other workers talked about her when she wasn't around. He did not join in on the cheap dirty things they were saying about her. He thought that they just didn't understand her. Not that he did, he would be the last person who could throw his 2 cents in about her or any woman. He got all tongue tied and nervous whenever she was around. He looked at the wall clock, then down at his wristwatch and took off. He was not going to be late, for what, he couldn't recall. He made a promise to himself that from that moment on he would hear and absorb every musical word that came form her lovely mouth.
He knocked on her wall, and she looked up at him with her jade green eyes. They had to be the loveliest eyes he had ever seen. He had never seen that shade of green eyes on anyone else.
"Hi."He said.
"You are right on time, I don't like for a man to keep me waiting.” Her smile lit the room.
"Lets take this in to...the empty office."
She picked up a stack of file folders. He reached for them.
"Here let me carry those."
"Oh what a gentleman you are."
Her lashes were long and black. He didn't think the others were right, they did not remind him of spider legs.
He started following her over to the corner office. He stopped and a flash of the other young women whose office it was, and how awful her death was and a shock it was to everyone in the office. She was murdered on her way to the subway after leaving work late one night.
He gave a little shutter and quickened his pace, so he could open the door for her. If she was not to be bothered by it, then neither was he. They went over all that needed to be done .It was a lot of extra work that he would be taking on. He could do this if he ate his lunch at his desk, and after work. He knew how to research. He loved learning about things. The Internet was a great thing. It opened a world to him that he would never get to see. He had not the money or the want to travel alone.” Maybe just maybe.” He thought. He could get this done, and besides he didn't have the will power to tell her no.
Every morning he looked forwards to the little breaks he took to go down and show her what he had printed out for her. She would smile and thank him for the great work he was doing, and how fast he was at his research. He told her that it wasn't anything too hard just a little extra research was all. He never told her that sometimes after leaving her at night he would go home, and up to his room with just a quick hi to his mother and continue to work till his eyes would not longer focus and how he would drag to his bed and sleep for two -three hrs. He loved the nights they spent together in the office after everyone had left.
He was busy putting his research into a readable word form when she interrupted him, with asking him if he wanted something to eat? She said that she would be happy to get some take-out and bring it back here to the office. Then she said something about how she could not have done this without him and that they were going to get big kudos. Then She did something that bonded them together {for life?} She walked over and kissed him on the cheek. He knew that she was going to kiss him on the lips, but he got the impression that maybe she thought that it might be a little to soon. When her lips touched his cheek it was like having ...well like having velvet brush his cheek. He knew that he was blushing.
"You are welcome." He said, not knowing what to say to being kissed.
"I'll be right back." Out she went in a little bit of a hurry. He thought that maybe hurrying out like that was because she was embarrassed because he reacted wrong. He should have returned the kiss, taken her into his arms. Just letting her know that the time was right.
While she was gone all he could think about was the way he was going to take her in his arms, make her feel safe and wanted, how much she was loved. Deep in thought he didn't realize how much time had passed. She had been gone an hour. Maybe she got caught up in the dinner crowd, and it was just taking her a little longer. As an hour and a half pasted he was getting worried about her.
He would sit there for a whole 2 hours going through the emotions from angry to worry, to worry again. Then it came to him that she was afraid of her feelings for him. He cursed himself for upsetting her so much, that she didn't want to face him again tonight." Stupid, stupid." He thought,” I should have taken her into my arms, then she would have known. Tomorrow he would reassure her. Tell her that he felt the same way.
When he came in the next morning his boss asked him to gather all the research he was doing on the downtown project.
"We will be out of the office all day, hope you are ready."
"Yes sir, not a problem, had it done yesterday."
He didn't say just barely with all the extra work he was doing for her. He had almost neglected his own work. He didn't get to see her at all that day. When he got back to the office he found the memo that she left him.
Hi,
Sorry about not coming back last night, but I got a huge headache. Hon, I just had to go lay down. Sorry again.
P.S. I owe you a dinner out. A big night out after presentation day.
XOXOX, ME.

XOXOX didn't that mean hugs and kisses? She knew how he felt for her. His heart was over flowing with the love he felt for her. He knew that it was way to early for a ring. When he got home he would take it out from under the bed, where it had been hiding from his mothers prying eyes. He wanted his love to be the first to see it. The women who sold it to him didn't count. Nor did that other women, she was way to young anyway, so he didn't count her either. He floated around the office all day. His happiness was shining through so much that the other workers were asking him,” what was up, he win the lottery?" He just laughed and smiled and told them nothing. It was just between the two of them for now.
. He walked down to her office and she was not there. The guy in the next cubical told him that she wasn't going to be in for a week that she was on vacation.
He plodded back to his office wondering why she didn't tell him.
Before he had too much time to think about her leaving the phone rang.
"Hello, this is the office of..."She cut him off before he could finish.
"I know who I was calling, Hi I had a err a family emergency, so I was wondering if you could finish for me? I will be back in about five days. I have got to run, you are such a love, Bye."
It was a world-wind call. Did she say something about love? He noticed that he was sitting there with the phone in his hand.
"She did, she did say love to me." Now there would be no stopping till it was done. He would see to it that she had no worries about it when she came back. He worked all week long and finally finished up on Sunday morning. He had did it; there it sat in the red colored folders that she liked to use. She told him it was like walking into a meeting with power in your hand.
Monday morning he left it on her desk.
Tuesday morning he dressed in one of his best suits, it was to be a big day for them. He would be there when she did the presentation, and he didn't know if he would have time to change for their big night out. He had brought the ring. Just in case. He walked into the boardroom and there she was already showing them the charts, and maps. Then she looked right it him and told them that she had planned on taking a 5 day vacation, but instead she had stayed home to work on this project, she knew how it important it was to the business. She gave them a big smile then sat down. He looked at her waiting for her to acknowledge him, to say any thing about his part in this. About his research, the hours he put into this. He would have to talk to her about this over dinner,
He had to get back to his own work, he sat there all day waiting for her to call and talk to him about their dinner plans. He had waited long enough and called her desk.
"What time are we to meet for dinner?" He said.
"What? Who is this?"
"I am holding your note, you said that we were to have a big night out tonight, that you owed me dinner."
"Oh, after my presentation, the big boss asked me out to dinner, I see a new office in my future, so if you feel the need to talk to me call my secretary.” She gave a big braying laugh.




Chapter 3    Who's There?


He was shaking, his anger was bubbling up into his mind like lava. Flashes of other laughter filled him. He was seeing red. Was he or was it a memory? He was forgetting where he was. He was dazed.



"Whooo's there?” She said just before she fell to the floor. She never heard the whispering answer of,"it's me my love." 

Poem on Thursday

   
                                                They All Bow Down

     They all bow down for the Queens passing.

     They have paved the way with pine needles and leaves to soften her approach.

     They reach out to touch her , they tug at her hair, they snag her sleeve.

     They get overjoyed by her presences that they grab at her stomach , face,
   
    Legs, and even her back.

     When she get back to her castle and undresses for her bath, She sees

     Where her subjects had touched her with their willowy branches.

     The bruise on her right calf was a small token from a broken limb .

     That she had raced by in such a hurry that she didn't see it reaching out.

     The Queen promised herself not to ride so close to her subjects again.

      Oh and to start carrying clippers.




   "Ode to all my Quad and dirt bike loving friends"

   

Poem on Thursday

                      

Never A Waste Of Time.


I have often thought about you all day long.
I have spent many a night dreaming about you.
I have never once thought of it as a waste of my time.


I have spent many a hours writing poems " Ode to you".
I have wandered  a many a path following a vision of you.
I  have never thought one written word or one step a waste of my time.


I have spent many a years of heartbeats loving you,
I have taken in breath after breath breathing in the essence of you.
I know not of one heartbeat ,one breath was ever a waste .


I shall live by your side all of my life.
I know if this is all I have to offer you.
I know that it will never have been a waste of my time.

Chatting Over Coffee Friday

  Hello all, So this past Tuesday was Valentine day, did you get your box of chocolates? I did not. My husband and I haven't done the Valentine thing in a really long time. I am that kind of person who wants to be treated like the Queen ( I say queen , but I found out a few years ago that alas I am not the Queen , but just the court jester. I know that one of my friends out there will understand what I mean). Anyway the Queen that I am, everyday. So I say yes to Chocolates everyday.
     In about the 5th grade I became a cynic when came to Valentines day. I remember this boy in school , whom I thought was cuter then Bobby Sherman and Davy Jones. I had a huge crush on him . Well he stopped by my desk and dropped a envelope in my heart shaped mailbox. Made out of  two paper plates in arts and crafts. I just knew that it was special just for me card. After he walked by I grabbed that card out of there as fast as I could and there on the front of the envelope was my name neatly printed there. I very gently tore opened that envelope as not to rip it. And there inside was the card. I pulled it out and there were great big old hearts on it saying in big letters, " BE MINE" . I knew it it was official he loved me. I flipped the card over and sure enough it said to Jerrilyn , From "THE BOY".  I stuck my hand in the envelope and pulled out a pepto bismol  pink colored candy heart with the words "BE MINE".
  He was making sure I knew what he meant. I lifted the lid on my desk opened and grabbed out my #2 pencil, a piece of paper and started the " do you want to be my boyfriend ? Check yes or no letter. When my best friend  came over to me and said " Look what THE BOY put in her  mail box.  I just knew that it could not equal my valentine. I looked and it was. It was the exact same card he give me, right down to the pepto bismol pink candy that said be mine. 
   Oh how  crushed I felt , I wanted to cry. I wanted to rip that card up. Every girl in 5th grade got the very same card as I. I didn't cry that would give the snooty girls in class a reason to pick my bones like the vultures they were. ( another story , for another day).
I just took that card and walked over to the trash and threw it away, along with the pink heart. I took the letter home and threw that in the wood stove, couldn't take the chance of any one finding that. 
  I learned a lesson that day about the heart of a 5 Th grader, we mend fairly fast. But to this day pepto bismol makes me throw up to take it.


    So now the other part of my news.
 I got up last week and went into the bathroom like I always do and grabbed my toothbrush , put the toothpaste on brushed my teeth, rinsed off the toothbrush, looked at it added toothpaste and brushed my teeth again. Then I stopped and it came to me, that I had just brushed my teeth and forgot that I did. Wow can I be losing it. I thought for a minute and put it down to not being fully awake yet. Then the weekend came , I went no where, which was a good thing cause I forgot to brush my hair. So this past Wednesday I had to go to my Docs and pick up  my  medicine. I was sitting on my footstool at the end of my bed and said to myself I will wear my tennis shoes cause the weather wasn't bad. (just cold). Put my socks on, then my shoes, made sure left was left and right was right, tied them stood up , looked in the mirror and it took me a minute to figure out what was wrong with this look," I FORGOT TO PUT MY JEANS ON FIRST. " So off came the shoes, on went the pants, and I put my Crocs on cause I wasn't going to retie my shoes. I spent yesterday in bed, waiting for my brain to come back from vacation. It must have while I was sleeping , because this morning every thing seems to be going good so far.
   So on that note I will finish off with wishing you all a great weekend.


Till my next talking , Peace and Happiness.

Chatting Over Coffee Friday/ A memory

                                                    To you a broom , To me a trusty steed.

      Last night when I couldn't fall asleep , with all these thoughts running through my mind.{ Why they don't run through in the day when I have nothing  to do , I will never understand.} I thought of all the gifts I have received over my fifty years Only a hand few stand out. One was my dog Annie. Marty got her for me over twenty years ago. Oh how I loved that dog. Thinking about her made me want to cry , so I quickly changed that thought, to my horse my parents got me when I was 11 years old. I rode that horse everyday, every where I went I was on horse back. My friend Kathleen also had a horse , so every week I was able too, we were riding the Chisom trail, the Rio Bravo,  The great divide. Remember I was only 11 so really we never really left Pilot Hill area, but in our minds it was a vast desert, a rocky mountain , a raging river.

      Then my thoughts changed to remembering my stick horses. I never had one of those sticks with a horses head on it, mine was always my moms worn out straw broom. The straw part was the tail and the the end that hung up on the wall was where I looped my reins through. By the power of MAGIC , my broom was my trusty steed. I would jump on that horse and away I would go, there was never a creek too wide we couldn't jump or a hill to steep .That stick horse took me to any where my imagination could think to go. We out rode the cowboys chasing us , the sheriff,  and we always caught the bad guys. Some times I was lucky enough to have a pack mule name Broken Hoe. I would ride off into the wilds and find more gold then my old broken hoe mule could carry.

      I would sneak my Trusty Steed  into the camping gear when ever I could, so that at least I would have a horse to ride. Sometimes I had to use my backup horse called " My Mind" , when my mom would find my Trusty Steed and  unpack it.Some times I think they knew it was there and let me bring him anyway. Yes all my stick horses were wild stallions. I had to break in myself. Sometimes when I got back from camping trips I would find that my horse suffered a broken leg, and had to be put down. Oh the horror of it. I would be stuck riding the mule. But soon enough I would come home from school and find I new Trusty Steed for me. Joy again and I was off onto a another adventure.

     My brothers  had stopped making fun of me , long before I retired my last trusty steed, and sometimes they would join me in robbing the stage coach. Or hanging my little brother after a long horse chase. { I got a great story about hanging my little brother J, but that's for another time}. When I got my real horse Coco it was time to put my Trusty Steed out to pasture. I will never forget the fun I had or the places I rode to , even if they were only in the pastures behind the house, and the occasional trip to Nevada , Arizona deserts. 

 Wow crazy night thought that keep me awake are sometime a welcome memory of a friend from the past. 

P.S. shortly after this photo was taken , my mom took back my steed and it became a broom again.

But for a moment there it was my Trusty Steed..

     Well that's it for the days Catting over coffee. Maybe next time I would will tell you about my dancing teacher, " MOP' Pet".

Till my next talking, Peace and Happiness.

Tanta Opa.

New Year/Chatting over Coffee.

    Happy New Year. Okay wow 2012 , can not believe that there are no flying cars and houses on the moon, , like we talked about in 6 grade , which was in 1972. Amazing I remembered that far back.Do you remember those talks in science class? I did look forward to the flying cars, so a little disappointed in that .

     I am glad that 2011 is over that was a hard year, lots of first for me, my best friend in June had been a first, and another in July , August , Sept, Oct, Nov. We should be celebrating their birthdays , not marking off a year of their passing. Stilling missing therm in the new year, out of our daily lives , but never out of out hearts.

    My mom in November has been living with us for a year now. We are surviving each other. Also in November my little nephew turner one, what a little cutie he is. (Bully). Also in August of 2011 my husband had surgery. Laid off of work again. . Mom was in hospital for 3  days in July. I find out I wasn't getting enough medicine that's why my hair was falling out and I wanted to sleep all the time, so they upped my thyroid medicine .

     We also had good stuff happen in 2011 , My husband and mom are fine , had a nice visit with my nephew Jason, and our friend Randy came up for a visit , Nice seeing him again, it had been awhile. Reconnected with a couple of friends. Mailed some letters to you. MY HAIR STOPPED FALLING OUT AND GREW BACK SOME!!!!"

      Did you make the ol new year promises to yourself this year? You know the lose weight , eat healthy, run 10 miles a day , quit smoking, take up skydiving. Well I did , the first time in many years .
So this year I will finish all of my old projects, beading , quilting, panting,crocheting. I will read more not just the time fillers, but some thing to educate the mind , I will spend more time talking to clouds. I have a friend who lives there. I also know a young lady who also might like to learn to do some bead work, her mom and sister might like to learn too so maybe they will make some time for me.. I am also going to go back to the gun range and hone my skills. I love to shoot.
I will keep you all posted on my new year to do.

  If I don;t do but one or two of these thing , the one thing I will do is have more " FUN" . On my facebook page , I wrote one of those little things that is passed around on there , it was if we went to jail, what are the three words you would say to me? My friend Katie wrote, that was fun. Thank you Katie for the reminder.
Lets always have fun, include it in your day at least once, laugh till it hurts.

  Well that's its for now my friends, REMEMBER TO HAVE FUN.

Till my next talking, Peace and Happiness.