Turkey Day!

It stinks when timing doesn't work out for you really well. It's like when you go driving, and all you hit are red lights.

Sometimes the idea of something is way better than the reality. Kinda like when you sing along to the radio...you seem to sound ok. Of course. You've got Celine Dion or whoever the heck you listen to, backing you up. But then when the radio's not there, and it's your solo...yeah sorry to say, but unless you are one of the lucky ones...what you'll hear isn't all that pleasant.

So that's all it is, you have to be one of the lucky ones. They're the ones who get what they want, and they're the ones who have the real thing.

There are the unlucky ones who think that they are the lucky ones. They hold on with dear life to what they think they have, for fear that letting go would burst their bubble.

Now I wish I was a turkey. Then my brain would be the size of a walnut.