Hap Slappy


I don’t think that is quite how the phrase goes.

Let’s see.

Sixteen hours behind the wheel on Memorial Day Weekend.

Lost Wallet.

Five Hour Detour.

Stephen King Episodes along the way: 1. Met Cujo in North Carolina.  2. Was followed by Christine in Southern Ohio.  3.  Pretty sure I saw some Children of the Corn in West Virginia.

Slap-Happy.  The origin of the word comes from the 1920s.  A result of too many blows to the head.

Today.  I’ve had too many blows to the head.

“We tend to forget that happiness doesn’t come as a result of getting something we don’t have, but rather of recognizing and appreciating what we do have.” – Frederick Keonig

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