Thursday, July 30, 2009

Pro-life

What is supposed to happen when you turn over a new leaf? I was out in the yard today and flipped over an old leaf. Looked the same on the B side as it did on the A side. Naturally I go and find a new leaf still on the tree. I was hoping when I turned it over it would have some sort of code on it as to what would happen when when I turned my own personal leaf over. Nothing I could see. I'm going to ask my nephew to put in under one of his high powered microscopes and see if he can read anything on it. For now I'm going to try my own experiment. I laid down on the floor and rolled over - simulating a leaf turning over. All that did was arouse the dogs curiosity and I got a nose full of bad breath. What could I do now? Maybe it took more than one roll. I cleared out the furniture in the living room and started by the window. It took approximately six rolls to reach the piano. I still felt the same. Billy flips out and starts humping a pillow. The other two dullards don't know how to react. I need to turn over a new leaf!! If I can't turn over a new leaf that means I'll be the same old leaf I've always been. How depressing is that? Think Cheryl, think. I believe I have the answer and it's not good. It means that I will have to make an effort to change. I can't simply fall off a tree or roll around in my living room to become a pro-life person. I have to make a choice. Okay Cheryl, start out small and slowly work into becoming what you really want to be. A slim woman with all her bills paid off. Her house smells like gingerbread and sunshine. She can go braless should the mood strike. She has her toenails polished and all her teeth. Her elbows and knees are smooth and soft to the touch. And most important she doesn't have any skin tags. Tomorrow is day one. Waking up will be a good start. I can do that. I can get out of bed. This is for all you doubters. Don't tell me not to fly, I've simply got to. If someone takes a spill it's me and not you. Don't bring around a cloud to rain on my paraaaaaaade.

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