The glass is completely full if you chop the top half off.
Huh? I always thought you’d just end up with a glass that’s empty and doesn’t have a bottom.
That’s the eternal pessimist.
If you can’t beat 'em, at least you can cut 'em up a little.
“I figure with all this manure…there MUST be a pony!”
Hama, that’s a running bit between my husband and me - I know there’s a pony, he’s pretty sure the pony’s dead and buried in the manure. Sometimes it’s tough being married to an old poop!
Sing with me! The sun’ll come out TOMORROW…!!
But it’s always TODAY