at the kitchen sink. She suddenly noticed that her mother had several
strands of white hair sticking out in contrast to her brunette hair.
She looked at her mother and inquisitively asked, "Why are some of
your hairs white, Mom?
Her mother replied, "Well, every time that you do something wrong and
make me cry or unhappy, one of my hairs turns white.
The little girl thought about this revelation for a while and then
said, "Momma, how come ALL of grandma's hairs are white?"
:)
p/s: I really wish I have (at least) a joke a day.
'cause first, I can't get to sleep and second, tomorrow will never be any better.
You used to talk to me like I was the only one around.
You used to lean on me like the only other choice was falling down.
You used to walk with me like we had nowhere we needed to go.
We used to have this figured out;
We used to breathe without a doubt.
We used to have this under control.
We never thought. We used to know.
At least there's you, and at least there's me.
I used to reach for you when I got lost along the way.
I used to listen. You always had just the right thing to say.
I used to follow you.
Never really cared where we would go; Fast or slow, to anywhere at all.
Can we get this back?
Can we get this back to how it used to be?
I used to think that I have a best friend. Someone who had walked through half my times with me, someone who will always share what she/I have, someone who will always be there for me and someone who accepts me for who I am. We used to crap stupid nothings together. We used to have each other...
Used to.
You used to lean on me like the only other choice was falling down.
You used to walk with me like we had nowhere we needed to go.
We used to have this figured out;
We used to breathe without a doubt.
We used to have this under control.
We never thought. We used to know.
At least there's you, and at least there's me.
I used to reach for you when I got lost along the way.
I used to listen. You always had just the right thing to say.
I used to follow you.
Never really cared where we would go; Fast or slow, to anywhere at all.
Can we get this back?
Can we get this back to how it used to be?
I used to think that I have a best friend. Someone who had walked through half my times with me, someone who will always share what she/I have, someone who will always be there for me and someone who accepts me for who I am. We used to crap stupid nothings together. We used to have each other...
Used to.