I don’t look quite this bad.
At the end of the day, I am still gainfully employed (today anyhow).
At the end of the day, my horns don’t show.
At the end of the day, I have some of the most treasured friends a body could have.
At the end of the day, my hair is not neon green.
At the end of the day, the love of the Lord is in my heart (most of the time I act like it too).
At the end of the day, I get to walk on carpet and not sharp stones.
At the end of the day, there is much to be thankful for.
Humor Happens 