Quite well...
I love when the small things in life really make me happy. For example: I walked to the front door and the sun was hitting the rug and making it warm. I walked over to that spot and stood there warming my feet. For some reason it made me feel good and it prompted me to write this entry. These things happen to me a lot. I remember going down Rt. 128 the other day and remarking to myself how nice the sky looked. It was bright blue with puffy clouds and it looked still and unmoving. Beautiful.
I'll leave you with this. When Charlie asks Grandpa Joe to go to the Chocolate Factory, how would you feel to be Grandpa George, sitting there with his huge glasses knowing that you are his least favorite grandfather?
I'll leave you with this. When Charlie asks Grandpa Joe to go to the Chocolate Factory, how would you feel to be Grandpa George, sitting there with his huge glasses knowing that you are his least favorite grandfather?