There are billions of people and a version of normal to go along with each one of them. No two versions are exactly the same. There will be hundreds of thousands of little things that make up your version of normal. With any luck you can find people that have close to the same idea of what normal is that you do. These are your friends. Anyone else you try to tolerate as best you can.
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The exact definition of normal depends on who's running the asylum.
Thanks Mike
ReplyDeleteCloudia - And to you too. 😁
ReplyDeleteThanks for the smiles.
ReplyDeleteThat was obviously a very high curb.
You really don't want to trip and fall in front of the wrong people.
ReplyDeleteBuy some boots that fit, HAHAHAHAHA!
ReplyDeleteMust have been a pretty high curb...
ReplyDeleteThe salad dressing one was one of my dad's favorite jokes. Thanks for the memory.
ReplyDeleteSue - I'm sure the Marines kept trying to help the guy up.
ReplyDeleteBill - At least they were nice enough not to stab him back.
Deb - That punch line sneaks up on you.
John - He probably kept climbing back up and falling off again. Some people never learn.
I thought the cowboy was going to be my favorite but the tomato won in the end. Thanks, Mike.
ReplyDeleteHah! Buy some boots that fit :)
ReplyDeleteAnd the saxophones :)
Love the cowboy boots. Gotta learn that one. And the assailant learned the meaning of that particular word!
ReplyDeleteMatt - I knew you were a dad joke kind of guy.
ReplyDeleteRiver - The saxophones guy was just doing what he was told. Right?
Allen - Remind me never to wear cowboy boots.