My attention was drawn to Facebook today and someone had done a few of those “what type of person are you” little apps. I was just going to do the one . . . and then I got sucked in. I hope I quit before I got too far behind the 8 ball. I will say this, some of the results triggered my trademark really large grin.
I’ve said before that my husband says when I grin, he is afraid the upper part of my head is just going to fall off backwards. I think that remark causes me to squish my mouth up in a sulky pout. However, he may have something there: When I was out for lunch with relatives and we came out of the Country Club really picturesque restaurant and were separating to go to different cars, I heard one cousin say, “There’s that grin.” I had to stop myself from looking behind me on the pavement to see if the top of my head was there.
Ah, no I didn’t. I made that up; studies have shown that 99 out of 100 times, my head stays where it is, grin or not. However, 9 out of 10 doctors have suggested that flesh colored duct tape might be an extra safeguard.
I probably need to stop typing now and slowly back away from the keyboard.