The Magic of my Cookie Monster Handbag
November 10, 2019
“I’m Miss Marci and I teach Superheroes”, with a Cookie Monster handbag on my arm.
“I’m Miss Marci and I teach Superheroes”, with a Cookie Monster handbag on my arm.
She was the Merchant of Marvels on the Ship of Dreams, with a billowing rainbow sail in a warm starry sky and a velvet bag full of stars that she can throw out into the sky whenever she wants, and I’ll be looking up, my eyes open wide, my heart open wide, my arms open wide, ready to catch them.
Did you know belly dance has magical powers?
Can a Pair of Purple Vevlet Boots iwth Upturned Toes turn Pain into Humor? I say YES! (It’s Worth a Try, Right?)
Increase what you love: Release what you don’t… and Stay in your lane!
Marci’s Declarations for the Perfect Revenge Body: Toned arms are out! Bat wings are in! Cellulite is gorgeous! Jiggly and Wiggly! I love it!
Thad died knowing that The Pink Panther Strikes Again was the funniest movie ever, Calvin and Hobbes were the greatest life teachers, Elvis was the best singer on the planet, John Wayne was the MAN, bacon was healthy, and saltines could solve any ailment, from headaches to the flu. And if you threw in some vanilla ice cream and marshmallows, well, you could pretty much cure anything. Add a little whipped cream and you’re talking about world peace.
Rainbows and waterfalls nd poetry heal me, but the best part was spending time with the ones I love, creating memories that can never be taken away.
I have found the paradox that if I love until it hurts, then there is no more hurt, only more love. (Mother Theresa)