Better to be Happy
“If Mamma aint happy, aint nobody happy”
Truer words were never spoken.
Pat was upset at me and our house hold was in disarray. We had argued about something, I can’t remember what. It was something small and trivial, like the plural of hippopotamus. We had hardly spoken to each other all day, and as the day began to come to an end, I could feel the toll that being disharmonious had produced. It was hard to concentrate on anything other then how to…
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