Perspective.
My boy and I demonstrated a difference in perspective the other day when we started a comparison in unison, but ended it as polar opposites.
we: "This place is..."
he: heaven!
me: torture.
Some people might consider this a good time:
While others prefer this perspective:
Some people are not at all amused by amusement parks.
Others? Are.
Going back to work yesterday after a five day weekend, I had a dull headache. The abundant jelly beans and beer were making me nauseous. My eyes were puffy and swollen.
My glass felt half full.
Then I remembered, it's just a Tuesday, it's not brain surgery.
If I had had brain surgery, I'd have much more serious complaints.
Right?
Not if I was my little big sister, who kicked the ass out of neurosurgery and then had herself some soup.
What was I complaining about?
4 comments:
I think I would rather have brain surgery than go on that torture ride. Yikes.
Nice job with the photos! The cousins look like they had a ball. If they actually got off that, um, "ride" without puking.
And yeah, brain surgery? Pfffft. Gimme some soup.
xxEllie
Soup? Neurosurgery? I'm stumped.
HOLY MOLY!! That ride is crazy.
My perspective: that is what will happen to me in the afterlife if I don't behave well here. Blechhhh, ad infinitum.
Kids are amazing. Brain surgeons are amazing. Sisters are amazing.
Amusement parks are Awesome
Neurosurgery is Torture.
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