I love my laugh...

It may sound conceited, but I love my laugh. It's loud, it's deep, and it's almost like a burst of effervescence bubbling up out of my mouth. Oh, and did I mention that it's loud? Loud enough that people look over to see what is happening, loud enough that it used to embarrass my guys. (They don't mention it anymore; are they used to it, or did they finally realize I don't really have control over it?)

It's that time again. For those who have stuck with me for a while, and know that I had a hysterectomy at the beginning of the year, this doesn't make a lot of sense. But I am still having monthly emotional issues. Seems that near the end of the month I get a case of being down in the dumps. Not exactly depression, but some days I have to look for a reason to be happy. And many times I blog about it right here, sharing with my SP friends. And this is the place I KNOW I will get sympathy, understanding, best wishes, good advice. So while I was in the shower this morning, I got the great idea of trying to find something I like about myself every day for a week, a reason to accept that I am who I am, and thus I way to try to pull myself out of this monthly slump.

SO: I love my laugh. I love the idea that I have something to be happy for every day, that I have friends and family to share it with, and that those who love me will laugh with me, even if my sense of humor is a bit skewed. And I love the idea that I can come and share with you all. So I'm already in a better mood this morning, looking forward to climbing those daily mountains. What more can a girl ask on a cloudy Thursday?