From Dear Abby

I read this poem in today's edition of Dear Abby and thought I would share it with all of you

SUCCESS
You can use most any measure
When you're speaking of success.
You can measure it in fancy home,
Expensive car or dress.
But the measure of your real success
Is the one you cannot spend.
It's the way your kids describe you
When they're talking to a friend.

Why I love Dear Abby...

...because of sweet little gems like this from today's edition:

"DEAR ABBY: I vote thongs up. My manicurist's mother -- a woman in her 80s -- recently moved in with her. While doing her mother's laundry, she came across a thong. Shocked, she said, "Mom!" Her mother replied, "I'm not dead yet." -- CAROL IN BURLINGTON, VT. "

Personally, I wear thongs for fashion over comfort. Nothing looks worse than a panty line. Eweee... My undie of choice tends to be a boy-short type. (Sorry if TMI!) But hey, it's not like I wear 4 inch heels for comfort either! LOL!

From Dear Abby

"Take a jar of nails and hammer them into a wooden fence. Imagine that each and every nail is a cruel or unkind word. Now remove each nail one by one, apologizing each time you do. When you are done, stand back and look at the fence. The nails are gone, but the holes remain" - LIVING BY THAT EXAMPLE IN CALIF.