What made you smile recently (2024)?

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That reminded me of the time Craig and I were diving with a couple of friends. I was buddies with 1 of our friends and entered the water first. When I hit bottom, I was literally swarmed with a bunch of newborn or just days old nurse sharks that swam circles around this odd, noisy, new thing in their world. When my buddy hit bottom, quite a few went to check him out as well. They swam around our feet for a few minutes then went back in the direction they came from.
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The little encounters like that are magical aren't they.
 
I recall jumping off a sailboat into the Gulf of Mexico and being stung by a bjillion sea nettles. Wasn't incapacitating but I wasn't smiling much either! Found out meat tenderizer fixes that right up. Don't eat much meat but I've a bottle of tenderizer in the med cabinet.
 
Yeah, I've gotten stung by pieces of jelly fish tentacles left from people running their boat over them. Thing is, you don't see them until it's too late. I had 1 that wrapped itself around my neck, going partway down my front and nearly all the way down my back. Looked and felt like I had a horrendous case of shingles. I started diving with at least a skin on after that, which is basically a very, very thin wetsuit.

We have moon jelly populations that float through in large colonies at certain times of the year. More than once, we'd have to wait to surface for a colony to float by when we were diving off our anchored boat. It was pretty cool though to look up and watch the sun through their bodies.
 
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I was due for an appointment with the gynecologist later in the week. Early one morning, I received a call from the doctor's office to tell me that I had been rescheduled for that morning at 9:30 am.

I had only just packed everyone off to work and school, and it was already around 8:45am. The trip to his office took about 35 minutes, so I didn't have any time to spare.

As most women do, I like to take a little extra effort over hygiene when making such visits, but this time I wasn't going to be able to make the full effort.

So, I rushed upstairs, threw off my pajamas, wet the washcloth that was sitting next to the sink, and gave myself a quick wash in that area to make sure I was at least presentable. I threw the washcloth in the clothes basket donned some clothes, hopped in the car and raced to my appointment.

I was in the waiting room for only a few minutes when I was called in. Knowing the procedure, as I'm sure you do, I hopped up on the table, looked over at the other side of the room and pretended that I was in Paris or
some other place a million miles away.

I was a little surprised when the doctor said, "My, we have made an extra effort this morning, haven't we?"

I didn't respond....

After the appointment, I heaved a sigh of relief and went home. The rest of the day was normal. Some shopping, cleaning, cooking.

After school when my 6 year old daughter was playing, she called out from the bathroom, "Mommy, where's my washcloth?"

I told her to get another one from the cupboard. She replied, "No, I need the one that was here by the sink... it had all my glitter and sparkles saved inside it."

Never going back to that doctor...... Ever...








A small, balding man storms into a bar, his face red with frustration. He slams his hand on the counter and growls, "Give me a double of your strongest whiskey. I'm so mad, I can't even see straight."
The bartender, noticing the man looks like he's been through the wringer, quietly pours him a double shot of Southern Comfort. The man downs it in one gulp and grumbles, "Another one."
As the bartender pours the second drink, he asks, "What's got you so worked up? Sounds like you could use a good rant."
The man sighs and leans on the bar, clearly ready to unload. "You wouldn't believe the day I've had. I was at the bar next door, just minding my business, when this drop-dead gorgeous blonde walks in and sits next to me. I couldn't believe it—she looked like she stepped out of a movie! After a minute, she leans over and asks if I want to go back to her hotel for dinner and a chat.
"Well, I haven't had a real meal in months, so I say yes faster than I can blink. She takes my hand, and we walk to this fancy hotel. We get to her room, and she tells me to relax while she gets ready for dinner. I sit down in this plush recliner, thinking I'm the luckiest guy alive.
"But just as I'm getting comfortable, I hear keys jangling outside the door. The blonde freezes, her face goes pale, and she whispers, 'Oh no, it's my boyfriend! He must've lost his wrestling match—he's going to be furious! Quick, hide!'
"I start to panic, looking for a place to hide. The closet? Nope, he'd check there first. Under the bed? Not a chance. Then I see the window is open, and with no other options, I climb out and hang from the windowsill by my fingertips."
The bartender raises an eyebrow. "Seriously? That's rough."
"Oh, it gets worse," the man continues. "The guy comes in screaming, 'Who's here? Where is he, you cheating liar?!' She's trying to calm him down, but he's flipping out. First, he rips the closet door off the hinges and throws it across the room. I thought, 'Thank God I didn't pick the closet.'
"Then he flips the bed over like it weighs nothing. I'm hanging there thinking, 'Great call not hiding under that!' Then, just as I think he's calming down, I hear him ask, 'What's that by the window?' My heart stops. But the blonde distracts him, and I think I'm safe.
"Wrong. A minute later, I hear water running. I figure maybe he's splashing his face to cool off, but nope. Suddenly, he dumps a pitcher of boiling hot water right out the window—straight on me! Look at this!" He tugs at his shirt, showing red, blistered burns.
The bartender winces. "That's brutal, man. I'd be furious too."
"Wait, there's more!" the man exclaims, holding up his swollen, bloody hands. "After the water, the guy comes to the window and starts slamming it down on my fingers—over and over! I thought my hands were done for."
The bartender shakes his head sympathetically. "I don't blame you for being upset. That sounds like a nightmare."
The man slams his fist on the bar again, looking furious. "But that's not even what made me mad!"
Now thoroughly confused, the bartender asks, "Then what finally pushed you over the edge?"
The man groans and says, "After all that, I finally turned around, looked down, and realized—I was only six inches off the ground!"
 
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