Find a way to Keep it Funny

One Saturday afternoon, I received a notice in the mail there was a certified letter at the post office; which could be picked up on Monday. I found myself with two options; I could allow myself to ponder the notion the letter contained bad news, and then over the weekend my stomach would have gone into knots, my heart rate would have gone up, and I would have been as punchy as a sixth grade kid with ADHD.

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