SHOUT OUT to the sidewalks.
They keep me off the street.
SHOUT OUT to my fingers.
I can always count on them.
SHOUT OUT to facial hair.
I always tried to shave it off, but now it’s kind of growing on me.
SHOUT OUT to that old vacuum cleaner I sold on eBay.
It was just gathering dust around my house anyway.
SHOUT OUT to the DMV for encouraging me to be an organ donor.
Glad I had the guts.
SHOUT OUT to my arms.
They’re always at my side.
SHOUT OUT to a good night’s sleep.
It’s so easy I can do it with my eyes closed.
SHOUT OUT to my boss who said, “Dress for the job you want, not for the job you have.”
Now I can go to work as Batman.
SHOUT OUT to my barber who told me he can't cut my hair any longer.
No problem. I wanted it cut shorter anyway.
SHOUT OUT to the silent auction for charity.
I bid on a dog whistle and two mimes.
SHOUT OUT to my car transmission every time I shift into reverse.
It always takes me back . . .
SHOUT OUT to my legs.
They always support me.
SHOUT OUT to my grandmother.
It’s the only way she can hear.
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Dr. Bob Griffin
“Abhorring all my sin, adoring only Him”