Leader of the Body.

Reagan library '11

I've been pondering what to say this morning, some funny quip, to get a giggle, or smile from you as you read this. Just a simple question, does a BM mean bowel movement, or, behavior modification? 

Thursday

The body is best when functioning on all cylinders. Ever hear the riddle about the body parts that wanted to be the leader? 

The eye said I should be the leader   

 for you can't go where you can't see.

The Brain said I should be the leader

Because, I make the decisions on where to go.

The hands, the arms, the feet, and all the other parts did their best to present their reasoning to be the leader of the body. 

Then the asshole spoke up, and every other part laugh. 

So, the asshole shut down. 

Soon, the eyes watered, the brain couldn't think, the arms went limp.

Then after, the rest of the body parts gave up, and gave up and the asshole the official title of 

Leader of the Body. 

For you see, yesterday, Sweetie's asshole was in business. We had a movement, and she was a different gal. She was smiling like she hasn't done in a number of days, she was perky and wanted to go with me. No need to persuade her, she just wanted to go. 

Out to the golf course, with a smile and twinkle, we were off. 

It was a grand Easter Egg day. Mall crawl, shopping at Costco, and home. She didn't fight me when I needed to be her caregiver and check her. To the ending of the day, cuddling on the couch, watching old Magnum, and off to bed. 

Don't you just love it when I see Driver with that twinkle in His eye. It was like He had been saving that day, for just this time. A refreshing time that was needed to raise my spirit. It was a 4X4 air-conditioning day in the car. All four windows down, letting in the fresh air, as we drove the Road to Dementia Town, definitely, Keeping Our Shiny Side Up. C'ya, Luv ya, and God Bless.