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Writing/Blog Prompt for Wednesday, November 14, 2012: “Yesterday is history, tomorrow is mystery, and today is a gift; that’s why they call it the present.” Eleanor Roosevelt: Write about the gift of today. By Prosperous Snow celebrating for "30-Day Blogging Challenge ON HIATUS" , Each day is a new chance to find a laugh or two Today I found more then two laughs. As I was driving to the grocery store this morning I saw the following bumper sticker. Zombie Hunter Kill Or Be Eaten All right, I have to admit that there are some people in this world who wouldn't find that particular bumper sticker amusing, but I find it hilarious and I'm laughing out loud about it right now. In fact, I'm laughing so hard that it's difficult to write this sentence. I laugh every time I think about that bumper sticker. Each day is a gift. Each day is new chance to express myself. Each day is a new chance to get even by living well. Each day is a new chance to laugh at myself and with others. Each day is a new chance to walk out my front door look up into the predawn sky to find either the morning star or a UFO. Since I live in Las Vegas I have a good chance of seeing at least one of the two. Each day is a gift. Each laugh is a gift because each time you laugh you extend your life. So if you want to live to be 100 then laugh because laughter is a gift that you can give to yourself or to someone else each day. |