…to wear uncomfortable shoes.
or a codpiece made of chainmail.
… not to eat dessert. Think of the poor women on the Titanic who waved off the dessert cart that night.
Robin
… NOT to wear uncomfortable shoes if they’re sexy!
But seriously:
Life is too short to dust.
… to use cheap toilet paper
…to measure.
…to be too “grown-up” for things.
I just bought some crayons last night. Can you tell?
…to worry about “what will people think?” when you leave the house wearing horrid eggplant-colored cullotes and lime green socks. They’re comfortable, they’re warm, and they are too revealing. That’s all that matters.
…are NOT too revealing. I knew I should have previewed.
(I can’t imagine that eggplant-colored cullotes come in a “revealing” design anyway.)
…not to waste time on the SDMB while you’re supposed to be working.
…not to go on that date because of the one in ten chance he’s a serial killer with 27 bodies buried in shallow graves in his backyard. (This one’s for you twicks)
…to drink cheap beer.
to post things in IMHO when you really should have posted them in MPSIMS
…is the name of a great bar on the river in Chicago.
Ok, its actually called “Slow Down Life’s Too Short” but everyone drops the “slow down.”
Life is too short …
to not savor a beautiful sunset.
to not stand in awe in front of the Grand Canyon.
to not hold a newborn baby in your arms.
to not say sorry.
to learn everything you want to know.
to make a million bucks from interest on a $10 account.
I’ve just come back from a weekend in an assisted-living facility. Sometimes, life is too f*cking long.
(P.S. Sorry for pissing in the corn flakes)
(P.P.S. No, that’s not something that happened at the assisted-living facility)
Not to take the day off to enjoy a lovely spring day.
Maybe I’ll do it tomorrow. :smack:
…to not ask the nice boy if he’d like to hang out again. I will for sure not ever see him again now. Bah! :smack: :wally
Life is too short…
To let some SOB get you down.
Slap them upside the head
and savor the moment.
Would that be “Slime Lime?” That’s the color of my husband’s fire truck (ok, its the fire deptment’s truck, he just thinks its his)
Life is too short…to be unrequited. I may die dirt poor, but I won’t have to say “If only” about anything.
I’m not exactly sure how I left out the middle of department, but here ya’ go “ar”