A Good Laugh

Nothing feels better than a good laugh. The kind that you bend over and hold your stomach for. The kind that, as you grow older, you need to cross your legs for. (Older women will get that reference). I have that feeling every morning when I talk to my sister. It could be the simplest thought that sets us off. This morning it was comparing people to the characters in the Wizard of Oz. We know of two people in one family that fit this bill. One has no brain and one has no heart.