Do you know water striders? Am I saying that right? The waterborne daddy-longlegs or crane flies, those slender creatures with stilts-like legs that skim across the water’s surface, not quite angelic, but certainly not as clumsy as a moose learning to stand. Well, picture those critters, but thousands of them. Can you visualize it?
Now, imagine them packed into a 60”x32” bathtub, and you’ll grasp the aftermath of my bi-annual leg shave extravaganza.
As I just counted six months forward on my hand from summer’s end in October I can confirm the timeline to be true. Fortunately, my double-edged heavy-duty safety razor was up to the task, swiftly dispatching the sagebrush, almost as efficiently as those commercial-grade lawnmowers that twirl and pirouette around playgrounds and ballfields like ballerinas in “The Nutcracker”
I’ve been experimenting with metaphors lately. If I’m becoming annoying, just think of me as your child practicing the saxophone, destined to perhaps become the next Kenny G. So bear with me, and you’ll get your share of the spoils when I hit the big time.
“That’s a good question,” a client responded to one of my questions. Instead of allowing them to continue, I interrupted, “You know, that’s the pinnacle for me—the blue-ribbon moment that marks a successful day as a counselor.” Their response was, “And each time it happens you should pull out a party popper,” which had us both red-faced and laughing, envisioning little confetti streaming about the room.
Poor janitor.
Not that they venture into my office much anyway. Speaking of neglecting duties, did you know I have an inside joke with myself? Whenever I see someone reaching for more and more tissues from crying their little heart out in session I silently think, “Well, there goes my bottom line.” I realize it’s a dreadful thought, and even with twenty fewer tissues in the box after my noon session, I’ll still be able to afford the house in Georgia. Barely.
That’s it for me tonight. I hope a short and sweet one will suffice.
Love ya! Jaclynn
Today’s Dad Joke: I accidentally played dad instead of dead, now the bear knows how to ride his bike without training wheels.
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