Besides, watching it puts oxygen in my blood from laughter, which is not true for the article I found on a blog by a mom with a special needs child. Apparently there are people who hire someone in a wheelchair to be a phony relative at an hourly rate that would pay off my mortgage before getting out of Fantasyland, in order to skip lines at the Magic Kingdom. The scam is making it harder for families dealing with actual disabilities to hang on to the privilege. That knowledge did not improve my well being, but the watching the felines did a satisfactory job of neutralizing the ire. 

Marriage needs humor like eyes need vitamin A, and cars need oil. Last night John and the kids were laughing about something and I did not need to know the context. It was enough to see him smile. He does not know it yet but I am planning a lunch date. A friend gave me a coupon to Bonefish Grill and we are going. 

I am collecting funny things to share, just to see him smile. If all else fails, I will tickle him.