Laughter is the brush that sweeps away the cobwebs of your heart.
Mort Walker
My sissies and I grew up with a mother who was quick to laugh, to find humor in the absurd and my guess is she would have picked the front row. That is where I want to be found, too-on the front row with my skirt flying up, my hat about to come off and my head thrown back in laughter. So, sissies, sweep away some cobwebs today-make your heart merry by choosing laughter.
