Apparently…

I am an optimist. (The glass is indeed half full.)

🙃Apparently, my Pollyanna attitude outweighs reality.

I slurp cereal. (Try eating milk silently with a spoon!)

🙃Apparently, no one has ever discussed breakfast etiquette with me.

I listen to liturgical and contemporary Christian music. (Praise music is prayer.)

🙃Apparently, my preference in music was not greatly influenced by rock and roll or the blues.

I am a fruitcake. (I’m only half there.)

🙃Apparently, I’m someone who does strange things and has incomprehensible views.

I don’t always listen well. (What was that?)

🙃Apparently, I have adult FFDD—Forgetful, Fidgeting, Daydreamer’s Disorder

I was born on Roald Dahl’s birthday. (Perhaps why I’m sometimes a Twit!)

🙃Apparently, my childlike simplicity and trusting nature makes me a simpleton.

I am an enigMa (a mother who’s an enigma)

🙃Apparently, I baffle my children.

I identify cars by their color. (Hey, look at that cool red truck!)

🙃Apparently, I it’s not a priority of mine to learn the basics of automotive engineering.

I change my answers frequently. (Maybe/maybe not/I’m not sure)

🙃Apparently, I don’t know how to make up my mind.

I enjoy leisure. (Lollygagging is not a problem.)

🙃Apparently, although I enjoy putzing around, at least I’m not a putz.

I am powerless. (like a feather in a storm)

🙃Apparently, I lack the capacity to convince others that love is more impactful than hatred.

I do the best I can. (with what I know)

🙃Apparently, I’m human.

“A person who has good thoughts cannot ever be ugly. You can have a wonky nose and a crooked mouth and a double chin and stick-out teeth, but if you have good thoughts it will shine out of your face like sunbeams and you will always look lovely.” — Roald Dahl, The Twits