Who Is Sassy?
I could vent on Twitter, Facebook (god, how I dislike that place), LinkedIn, or other crowded and loud public venue. But this is more my style. Likely because of my age ... let's just say I'm 39 and Holding, several times over ...
Sadly, there is much to vent about in today's world. While I may be as serious as the topic requires, if we are dark without light, surely we will go mad. Laughter is our light at the end of the tunnel.
As a rowdy child with Irish heritage and curly auburn hair, my mother was fond of reciting a poem that I apparently lived up to:
There was a little girl
Who had a little curl
Right in the middle of her forehead.
When she was good
She was very, very good
And when she was bad she was horrid!
What she never told me, is it was the entry to a poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882). The poor girl just wanted to have some fun.
Seriously ... drive toward the light ... it's way more intriguing.
... aka LinDee Rochelle