Friday, August 29, 2014
Dear God Of Small Miracles...
I promise, if there's enough there I'll be very good and won't waste it on trivial pursuits.
Or should I be talking to the God of Big Miracles.
Yes I know there was a time when a fool and her money were soon parted but now it seems to happen to everybody. I'm aware there's no great shame in being poor but I have to tell you,
it's very inconvenient.
And while I know that money can't buy me happiness I'm sure it can make poverty
much more pleasant...
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Ha Ha..........the modern shrine!ReplyDelete
It turns out that while money can't buy happiness, it can rent it. :)ReplyDelete
Thou shall not have idle gods before ME.Or I'am going to the casino to winnnnnnnn.ReplyDelete
This is the absolute no brainer-which is more appealing?ReplyDelete
Contemplating your unhappiness while begging for coins on the street or contemplating your unhappiness while sipping cocktails poolside?
Your commentary makes perfect sense of a pretty bizarre photo. I like that.ReplyDelete