Me, Myself, and Eye Damage
When Optimism, Pessimism, and Sarcasm Met at High Noon
“What a delightful day!” I exclaimed to Myself.
“Yes, indeed!” Myself agreed, closing her eyes, tilting her face toward the heavens, and drawing in a deep, exaggerated breath. “I could take this weather all year.”
“It looks like rain,” Me muttered, rolling her eyes. She always had to deflate the mood when things got too good.
“I’d welcome the rain,” I countered, “because it keeps it from getting hot and muggy.”
She just glared.
“Oh, stop your bellyaching!” Myself elbowed her. “Look on the bright side for once.”
Me scoffed. “I am. It’s staring me right in the face. That full-on, blinding, soul-scorching sun.”
“You DOOFUS!” I roared. “Don’t stare at the sun or we’ll go blind!”
Me folded her arms, smirking. “That’ll give you perspective.”
Made me laugh again:)