This Should Be Tattooed on my Head

. . .except there isn't enough room up there (despite my big-headedness). My hind-end is a more likely candidate; there's ample space back there. But no matter what, dear Lord, please don't let me forget this message.

Go see Danielle, and read this, and then you will see what a wretch I am to complain about the ice cream I have.

"Because in the end, when I consider this life I've been given, the only
thing I should ever dare to say about it is, 'Thank You. It's
delicious.'"